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naehoonx · 3 days ago

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" First Kiss " - caleb [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: since you met caleb again in skyhaven many things had changed. why was your heart beating so fast whenever you were near him? why were your hands getting sweaty whenever he got closer? and why did it bother you so much that he never wanted to make the first move?

→ GENRE: fluff; awkward; innocent; shoujo like love.

→ RATING: 15+

→ NOTE: i started playing LADS last year in december while i was suffering a bad writing block. first i fell deeply in love with zayne but the moment caleb was released .. i resonated with him more? i love the childhood friends to lovers trope + the angst the both of them embodied. the losing and finding each other while still keeping secrets from another. i hope you enjoy it!

♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

it was another normal day in skyhaven for you. caleb and you were fighting again, over the most dumb thing, like always. maybe that was a perk of being childhood friends for so long but it was really draining at the same time. you didnt even knew what triggered it this time. the only words which left your mouth were " maybe you shouldnt come with me to this mission." yeah, thinking back to those words, you needed to admit that it was dumb to speak them out loud. considering how caleb could be whenever it concerned your safety. another huff left his lips as he leaned against the kitchen counter, not understanding why you're not wanting him by your side. without him every mission posed as a threat to your safety in caleb's eyes and somehow it irritated you. why was he so overprotective of you and why did it bother you so much that he never spoke it out loud. is it so hard to tell you that he's worried about you?

"you act like a damn child caleb. i can take care of my own and you know that!" your voice was already strained from all the arguing as you looked over at him.

caleb wasnt facing you, instead he was staring at the kitchen counter as he clutched his hand against the smooth surface. you noticed early on that this was some kind of habit of him.

"i know that you can take care of yourself but thats not the issue here" "then what is the issue here? Caleb you never tell me whats wrong, im always .. left with some weird puzzle pieces whenever we fight"

another frustrated huff left his lips as you could see how his fingernails dig into the flesh of his palm. he would hurt himself like this again but at the same time you remembered that he really cant. thanks to that mechanical arm of his, he cant feel anything beside immense pain. so digging his nails inside his palm wont do much damage to his body.

"caleb please" another try to press him to be honest with you and still, he kept looking away from you. carefully you took a step towards him before he finally turned his head into your direction. that was the first time you could see the colour red creeping up his cheeks. was he that angry with you?

"what do you want to hear from me Y/N? Tell me? I already told you that i wont let you go alone there!" "but why not! you never give me a reason!"

frustrated you lifted your arms over your head before you turned around on your heel. before you could take one step forward, into the living room, someones arm wrapped around your waist; pushing you back. it didnt took you long until you realized that caleb stood right behind you, his broad chest pressing against your back. for a moment your breath hitched at the same time your heart nearly bursts inside your chest.

"what do you want to hear Y/N ... tell me" caleb's voice was low as he leaned down to whisper against your ear. his grip tightening more around your waist. making it impossible to escape. your body suddenly starts to mold perfectly against his own. its like the two of you were made for each other. "tell me" goosebumps appeared on your arms as calebs lips nearly brushed against your ear. your whole body freezed on the spot as his hand over from your waist to your stomach. what was happening right now?

"i- ... i just want that you are being honest with me.. you always tell me i shouldnt fight alone and that i should rely on you more but .. why? You know im strong .. " another strong tuck forced your back against his chest. you didnt knew that being this close would be even possible. carefully you put your hand on calebs arm, the arm which held you firm ... the same arm which cant feel any warmth anymore.

now you heard calebs breath hitch. what were you two doing here? once there was a time when the two of you got along well and rarely fought with each other. now the both of you sometimes didnt even knew how to behave around each other. one month ago you suddenly became hyper aware of caleb as a man. suddenly you didnt saw him as some kind of childhood friend anymore .. there was something more whenever you looked at him or stole glanzes while he was working. deep down you had hoped that caleb feels the same way but he still kept treating you like the little girl he once took care of.

as you were deep inside your thoughts, caleb spun you around so you were looking up at him now. his ears were red too now, it looked really adorable. there it was again, that look in his eyes you couldnt put a name on it. Caleb looked helpless as he just kept staring at you, his lips parting just slightly as he wanted to say something. you knew better, he was holding back. probably all the things he wanted to tell you or something else. slowly your hand reached out to touch his cheek. his skin felt hot underneath your fingertips as you slid down to his chin.

"caleb please .. we cant keep fighting like this .. tell me already why you're so scared to let me go alone" pleading was seen in your eyes and maybe thats the reason why he finally broke his silence.

for a short moment caleb closed his eyes as your fingertips still lingered on his chin.

"its hard to put all the things i feel into words .. I- i want you to rely on me more because if you doesnt .. i feel like you will let go of me and walk away ... at the same time i dont want to lock you up here ... knowing damn well you are your own person. dont look at me like that Y/N ... i know you are strong and probably dont need me for anything but .. whenever i think about it .. you not needing me it feels like .. a knife pierces through my heart and i- "

before he could continue with his rambling you put a finger against his lips. all those words were enough for you. he literally opened his heart for you even if it was just a tiny little bit. caleb needed you, he was scared of losing you .. so it was fine to hope right?

biting down on your lip you put both hands against his cheeks. the confused look in his eyes was something you learned to adore. caleb always looked so cute whenever he didnt knew what you were up to now. slowly you got on your tip toes just to be a bit closer to him. your noses nearly touched as caleb took another shaky breath but he didnt dared to speak. if he was too scared to take the next step in your relationship you would do it. even if your heart is nearly bursting at the moment.

another hitched breath as your lips finally got in contact with his own, from that moment on everything was just a blurr. calebs arms wrapped tightly around your body as he captured your lips in a desperate manner. it felt like he was starving all those years and finally got to eat something again. from time to time he broke the kiss for a short moment, just to look at you with those eyes. eyes which were full of yearning, yes yearning. all those years he had looked at you like this and you never noticed it before. the world around you two didnt mattered anymore as caleb, once more, pressed his lips against yours. his own breathing was shaky as his body forced you near the sofa. even if you were stumbling a bit his strong arms were ready to catch you.

the moment the back of your knees touched the sofa, your butt fell onto the soft fabric. this time you got a better look at calebs face as he was hovering over you. one of his arms was placed beside your head against the sofa, so he wouldnt crash on top of you.

"who thought .. you could be this bold y/n .. "

a smirk formed on your face as you wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him closer again "well ... you took too long caleb. a hunter wont wait forever for its prey."

the last thing you saw was a smiling caleb before he dived back in to capture your lips. this time in a much softer and tender kiss.

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heliosunny · 16 hours ago

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A part 3 of yandere Mydei x knight reader. But one of the reader's assassin friends visited to help them but before they reminisce and do a little sword/dagger dance like they did when they were little. But a certain someone HATED seeing this...

Yandere!Mydei x Knight!Reader

[part 3]

Visit [part 1]; [part 2]

After exposing Lady Callista’s treachery, you meet someone from your past, a fellow assassin, a woman both deadly and stunning.

The city streets are alive with the glow of lanterns, the scent of roasted meat and sweet wines drifting through the cool night air. You move like a shadow, blending into the crowd, savoring the rare moment of freedom. Mydei had given it to you, or so he claimed.

“You deserve a reward, my dear” he had murmured after Lady Callista’s demise. “Go where you please tonight. Enjoy yourself.”

You took it anyway, slipping out of the palace like the assassin you once were. And that’s when you see her.

She leans against the wooden rail of a bridge, bathed in the silver light of the moon.

A woman of breathtaking beauty, long, silken hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes that hold secrets and lips that curve in amusement as she watches the city below.

“Took you long enough, darling.”

Your lips part in shock. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

She turns to face you fully, her fingers brushing against your cheek, too familiar, too warm.

“You didn’t think I’d die so easily, did you?”

Her name is Selene, an assassin like you.

A friend. A partner. A ghost of your past that you thought you’d never see again. The two of you sit atop a rooftop, away from prying eyes.

“So” she drawls, stretching her arms above her head. “I hear you’ve been playing knight for the oh-so-glorious prince Mydei.”

You glare. “It’s not like that.”

She smirks. “Oh? Then what’s it like, darling? Does he let you off his leash, or does he just tighten the chain when you run too far?”

You say nothing.

Because she’s right.

“You could leave, you know.”

You exhale. “It’s not that simple.”

She hums, considering. “Then stay with me, at least. We have a bond, you and I. Something that man will never understand.”

You return to the palace at dawn.

And Mydei is waiting. His fingers tapping against his throne.

“You were gone for quite some time, my dear” he murmurs. “I wonder… what kept you?”

“Ah.” He leans forward, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. “It was her, wasn’t it?”

“Selene.” Mydei already knows.

“Tell me, my dear knight” Mydei murmurs, tracing his fingers along your arm, his touch deceptively gentle. “What makes her so special to you?”

Your jaw tightens. “That’s none of your concern.”

“But it is.”

You meet his gaze, unyielding. “She’s my friend.”

“Friend?” Mydei repeats “No, my dear. She is a distraction. A relic of your past. And I do not share.”

“You will not see her again.”

You don’t respond. Because you will.

And Mydei knows it. Which is why, as he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead, his voice is almost a whisper.

“I wonder, my dear… Will she still be beautiful when she’s dead?”

Selene is a master of deception.

She slips past palace guards like a whisper in the wind.

She visits you often, without Mydei knowing. Or so you think.

Until one night, she confronts him alone.

The palace is a fortress. Tall marble walls. Elite guards. The finest security Mydei’s wealth can provide. And yet, Selene walks through it as if she owns the place. She slips past locked doors, secret passageways, hidden corridors, until she reaches you.

Your chamber.

She pushes the door open without a sound.

And there you are fast asleep, oblivious.

Selene exhales softly, a smirk curling her lips. “Still so careless, darling.”

She sits at the edge of your bed, watching you.

She doesn’t wake you because she already knows what she came here to do.

Mydei’s private chamber. She slips inside, silent as a blade, only to find him already waiting.

“Ah” Mydei murmurs, reclining lazily in his chair. “So the little ghost reveals herself.”

“Your security is pathetic” she muses, crossing her arms. “Then again, you don’t actually believe anyone could take Y/n from you, do you?”

Mydei chuckles, pleased. “My dear knight, you mean?”

His fingers tap against the polished wood of his desk.

Selene’s gaze hardens. “They are not yours.”

Mydei sighs, as if bored. “How odd. They live in my palace, wear my colors, carry my mark. What does that sound like to you?”

“A prison.”

His lips curve into a smirk.

“A home, dear Selene.”

Selene takes a slow step forward, voice dropping into something cold.

“They don’t belong to you, Mydei. And they never will.”

Mydei stands. He is taller than her. Broader. A prince bathed in golden light, regal and untouchable.

But Selene?

Selene is a creature of the dark. And she is not afraid of him.

“Tell me,” Mydei muses, “why should I let you live?”

Selene smirks. “Because if I disappear, they’ll know it was you.”

Mydei chuckles, unimpressed. “And if I make it look like an accident?”

Selene tilts her head. “Then I’ll simply take you with me.”

For a long moment, they study each other.

A prince draped in gold. A ghost wrapped in silk.

Two monsters in their own right.

“You’re afraid.”

Mydei’s eyes narrow. “Afraid?”

“Afraid of what we have. Afraid of the bond we share.”

She steps closer, close enough to see the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze.

“You know what we mean to each other, Mydei” she whispers. “And that’s why you hate me.”

Mydei says nothing.

Selene’s smirk widens. “Don’t worry, my prince. I won’t take them away.”

Her voice drops into something mocking.

“But they will leave on their own.”

She turns away. And just before she disappears into the shadows, she leaves him with one final whisper

“Enjoy your throne while it lasts, Mydei.”

“Because one day… you’ll be sitting on it alone.”

Mydei does not move for a long time.

Selene was a nuisance. But now?

Now she was a threat.

“Oh, my dear knight” he murmurs, gaze turning toward your chamber. “It seems you need a reminder of where you truly belong.”

And he will make sure you never leave his side again.

The annual Hunting Contest begins, a grand event among the nobles, where power is displayed through skill, strategy, and bloodshed.

Prince Mydei, the golden star of the hunt, is adored by many noble ladies.

You, his “knight” are given a new order: keep them away.

You stood beside his white stallion, arms crossed, blades hidden beneath your cloak.

“Look at them” Mydei mused, adjusting the gloves on his hands. “Fawning over me like wolves in heat.”

Your gaze flicked across the field. Noblewomen watched from their shaded pavilions, whispering, giggling, some already planning to attach themselves to the prince.

You sighed. How annoying.

Mydei smirked. “Are you jealous, my dear?”

You rolled your eyes. “Hardly. But if you want to avoid them, you shouldn’t have brought me.”

His golden eyes gleamed. “Oh, but that is exactly why I brought you.”

Before you could question it, he leaned closer, his voice brushing against your ear.

“You will be my shield today, my dear assassin. Keep them away.”

Great.

The hunt lasted long into the evening.

As expected, Mydei was the star, cutting through beasts like an artist with a blade, laughing as blood splattered his white attire.

Women watched with adoration, fascination. By the time the nobles returned to their tents, the forest was filled with whispers, music, and lingering gazes.

You were sharpening your dagger when you felt it. A presence.

Someone approaching Mydei’s tent.

You slipped into the shadows, watching as a woman in a silk gown moved toward the prince’s private quarters, her veil drawn low. A noblewoman. And she was not supposed to be here. You were about to grab her when a hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Inside. Now.”

Before you could protest, he pulled you into his tent. You barely had time to react before his hands pressed against your waist.

Your breath hitched. “What the hell are you—?”

“Shh.” His lips brushed against your ear, his tone mocking, smug. “We have an audience.”

Outside, the noblewoman hesitated. You could see her shadowed figure beyond the silk curtains, hear her faint breathing. She was listening.

Mydei smirked. “Let’s give her a show, shall we?”

He leaned in. His nose brushed against your neck, lips ghosting over your skin.

“You play your role well, assassin” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You clenched your jaw, hands pressed against his chest to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

“She’s still there” he whispered. “Are you really so shy, my dear?”

You gritted your teeth. Fine. Two can play this game.

You tilted your head just enough to brush your lips against his ear, voice dripping with false sweetness.

“I could stab you right now, you know.”

Mydei chuckled.

“And yet you don’t.”

Outside, the noblewoman gasped softly.

“Why, my dear assassin…I think you rather enjoyed that.”

Slowly, deliberately, you close the space he thought was his to control. Mydei’s smile did not waver.

"Should I be flattered?" you murmured, your voice softer, more taunting. "Or should I worry that you're so easily entertained?"

His eyes flickered, not with annoyance, but intrigue.

"You wound me" he said "If I wanted to entertain myself, I would have chosen one of those women fawning over me." His golden gaze burned into yours. "But I don’t."

You tilted your head, letting the flickering lantern light cast shadows across your smirk.

Then—you leaned in.

Close enough to make his breath hitch.

Close enough to feel his fingers tighten, just slightly.

"Then I must be special" you whispered.

You shoved him away the moment the noblewoman left, stepping back into the dim glow of the tent’s lanterns. He wants to tease you, to provoke you, to make you stumble first. But this time, you play along. And for the first time tonight, he was the one left waiting.

The next morning, rumors spread like wildfire.

And of course, Selene finds out.

"Did you hear?"

"Prince Mydei was with someone last night."

"A secret lover?"

"No one saw their face, but someone swore they heard… sounds from his tent."

Your face twitched.

"Sounds?"

Selene grinned like a devil.

"Mmm, you must have had quite the passionate night, darling."

You glared. "You know that’s not what happened."

"Oh, I know." Selene leaned in, voice dropping to a mock whisper.

"But they don’t."

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "How the hell did this spread so fast?"

Selene shrugged, utterly unbothered. "You know nobles—one little whisper and suddenly it’s a scandal."

"Well, let them talk" you muttered, arms crossed. "It’ll die down soon."

Selene grinned wider.

"Oh, I doubt that."

"Why?"

Selene pulled out a silk handkerchief.

Embroidered in gold. Marked with the royal insignia.

"Where did you get that?"

Selene twirled it between her fingers.

"Some poor servant found it outside Prince Mydei’s tent."

You froze.

It was yours. A gift from Mydei—given to you for “formal appearances.” You must have dropped it last night.

And now—everyone thought it was proof of an affair.

Selene’s laughter was merciless.

"Oh, darling." She wiped a fake tear. "I’ve never seen you so careless before."

You snatched it from her hands.

"If you breathe a word of this—"

"Oh, please." She patted your cheek mockingly. "I wouldn’t dream of ruining your tragic romance with our dear prince."

You groaned, already dreading how long this rumor would last.

Mydei must have heard it by now.

And knowing him—he was enjoying every second of it.

You weren’t wrong.

Sitting at the head of the nobles’ gathering, Mydei sipped his wine leisurely, his golden gaze flickering over the whispers, the stolen glances. And at the center of it all—you.

"How interesting" he murmured, setting down his glass.

"It seems my dear knight has finally been noticed."

He leaned back, pleased.

"Perhaps I should give them something more to talk about."

The rumors of your “secret affair” with Prince Mydei refuse to die down.

Rather than deny them, he makes them worse.

At breakfast, Mydei insisted on sitting beside you—closer than ever. Touching you.

His fingers ghosted over your wrist when reaching for his cup. His shoulder pressed against yours when he leaned to speak. His eyes never left you.

Whispers grew louder.

"Look how close they’ve become." "Do you think they really…?"

At training, it was worse.

You were preparing your weapons when—

"Here, let me help you."

His hands were suddenly on yours, adjusting the straps of your armor.

"I can do it myself."

"Oh, I know. But I rather enjoy taking care of you."

You could feel the gazes burning into your back.

Lady nobles whispered behind silk fans, their jealousy sharp.

"He’s never done that for anyone before." "It must be true…"

Damn it. This was exactly what he wanted.

You pulled away abruptly, stepping back.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Mydei."

He smirked. "Am I? It seems I’m simply treating my dear knight with the affection they deserve."

Something was wrong. Your body felt too hot, too heavy, like molten iron poured through your veins. Your vision blurred, steps uneven as you stumbled down the hall. The last thing you remembered was a noblewoman handing you a drink.

You should have been fine. Poisons never affected you.

But somehow, this one did.

Your mind was slipping.

And before you knew it, you were standing in front of his door.

Mydei. The only name in your muddled thoughts.

The only presence that felt steady. Safe.

Without thinking, you pushed the door open.

"Mydei." Your voice was breathless, uneven.

He was at his desk, golden eyes flickering up. Then he stood immediately.

"What happened?" His voice was sharp, full of concern.

But you... you only stepped forward.

"I… I don’t know." Your hands clutched his coat, desperate, seeking warmth.

"Something is wrong."

His arms were around you, steadying you.

"Who did this?" His voice darkened.

"I don’t…"Your words slurred."It doesn’t matter."_

You felt his hand cup your face, fingers pressing against your pulse.

"You’re burning up" he murmured, voice lower now—almost soft.

"I’ll find who did this."

But you weren’t listening. You were watching him. Golden eyes, sharp jaw, the way the candlelight flickered across his skin. He had always been dangerous. Controlling. And yet, right now, all you wanted was to pull him closer.

So you did.

Your fingers curled into his collar, tugging him toward you.

"Stay" you murmured.

"You don’t know what you’re saying" he said, voice tight with restraint.

"Don’t I?"

Your lips brushed against his jaw—light, fleeting, teasing.

And Mydei stopped breathing.

His grip on you tightened, shaking.

"You’re not thinking clearly" he said—but his voice was strained, wavering.

"Maybe" you whispered. "Maybe I just don’t care right now."

Then, you bit him.

Sharp enough to leave a mark.

Right on his throat, where no royal scarves or armor could hide it.

"You—" His voice caught, unsteady.

But you only smirked hazily—pleased with yourself.

"Goodnight, Mydei."

And before he could react, before he could pull you back, you slipped away. Leaving him standing there breathless, frozen, wrecked.

"Did you see it?"

"Gods, it was right on his neck—"

"Who could have done that?!"

The noblewomen were losing their minds. Prince Mydei arrived at court that morning with a deep, unmistakable mark on his throat. No scarf to cover it. No explanation given. Only the slightest smirk curling at his lips as he took his seat.

Selene leaned toward you, whispering, grinning like the devil herself.

"Darling, I must say—I didn’t expect you to leave such a bold claim."

You froze.

Then, realization crashed into you like a blade to the gut.

Oh. Oh no.

Last night. The drug. The haze. The mark. Your fingers touched your lips.

What had you done?

Across the hall, Mydei caught your gaze.

And his smirk, his knowing, triumphant smirk, sent a shiver down your spine.

You had given him exactly what he wanted.

And now—he would never let you forget it.

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madthetruemad · 2 days ago

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There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 23 | Day of Rest

You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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The trip home was relatively quick. Though, you spent most of it sleeping.

However, once home Boothill had promised his weapons to you and said that if you ever needed him, then he would be by your side, to which you were quite thankful for. As for Gepard, he kept looking at you strangely, as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t have the courage to.

Until you just about snapped at him as you two walked to your father’s throne room.

“What is it, Gepard?! You’re driving me crazy with all your staring! Usually you would say something by now.”

He finally, finally looked away from you, “I’m sorry…”

You frowned at him, but any questions you had for him died in your throat when you walked into the throne room.

Sunday sat on your father’s throne, his elbow propped up on the arm of the throne whilst his chin rested in his palm and his legs crossed at his ankles as he stared you down.

“Princess, I’m so happy you could make it.”

“B- but- but how?”

A part of you wanted to believe this was another illusion, but with the way you r father was standing next to Sunday, you knew that he was really in front of you.

You went to take a step back, but Gepard had grabbed a hold of your arms and pushed you forward so you were directly in front of him.

“How indeed…”

You swallowed, “I thought- I thought you said you needed Blade and the keys…”

Sunday smirked down at you from his place from the throne, “you really need to stop being so naïve, princess. It’s starting to get easy to trick you.”

“Then-“

“I never needed a new body to revive as I would have just used my old one as it was already partially ascended into an aeon it didn’t rot nor decay which allowed my soul to travel back into it.”

“And the keys?”

“Those weren’t for me. They were for Jing Yuan. His power was locked away when I was gone.”

“Then why did Blade and Dan Heng want to steal the keys so bad?!”

“They knew their Emperor wouldn’t unlock his power himself, so they thought they would have to do it for him.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Sunday motioned you to come up to the throne whilst dismissing both your father and Gepard, and as you watched them leave, neither would look back at you. You wondered if it was shame or regret that kept them from looking back.

So, you stepped forward, and when you were close enough Sunday brought you into his lap. The hand that was running through your hair was anything but comforting.

“Tell me everything that you lied about,” you whispered quietly.

“When I was disposed of and sealed away Jing Yuan knew that his power would be too great and sealed it away in hopes that when he tears through the world it wouldn’t leave such big scars, but of course, Jing Yuan was still so powerful. So, your father and others have snuck around in the darkness to reawaken me in hopes of saving them.”

“When did you reawaken?”

“Guess.”

You thought for a moment as your head rested against his chest, “when Gepard came to the castle.”

“Look at how smart you are.”

You resisted the urge to hit him, “the why send the key that Jing Yuan needs? Why-?”

You stopped yourself. The answer was already there as Sunday, with his free hand brought out a similar key that used to be around your neck.

“That one was a fake… this is the real one. Once I came back, I immediately started to prepare to bring you back here. I planned to either have Feixiao do it by force, to have Gepard sneak you away, or something else entirely. Though, Jing Yuan letting you go himself was certainly a surprise.”

“Why did you want me to befriend Blade?”

“Both to throw you off and to lie to you, but… I also felt he was a good friend in the first life you had.”

“How many allies do you have?”

Sunday stopped petting your hair then and moved to tilt your chin up to look up at him, “as many nations and countries that Jing Yuan has conquered. His search for you was his very downfall.”

You closed your eyes, but his hold on you was starting to hurt.

“Open your eyes, I want to see you fully,” he softened his grip on you, “so, princess, any more questions for me?”

You thought everything over. How it was Jing Yuan manipulating time, how Sunday played you for a fool, how you don’t even know who your allies are, and how… how you’ll die in this life too.

“Will it hurt?”

You noticed how his gaze softened, “your death will be quick, I can promise you that much.”

"Then put me to rest."

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andre-and-cal · 2 days ago

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I NEED ANDRE AND CAL HCS!

Sure thing !! Hope you like! :3

General Andre and Cal Headcanons,,

Calvin tends to “tune out” Andre’s words whenever he’s explaining instructions to him— whether it be related to their Zero Day plans, board game rules, or other related topics. He frequently goes “Huh?” or “Hmmh?” when he’s not paying attention, to which Andre has to remind him about the topic and repeat his words over again. But he knows that Calvin can’t help it, and he generally doesn’t mind reminding him about different things— like homework, tests, etc. considering he has a better memory than Cal.

Andre and Cal watch malware-infested gore videos to further desensitize themselves to death and to sort of mentally prepare for Zero Day, and for the sake of watching people die. With the lack of concern yet interest in Cal’s eyes, Andre is both a little surprised, yet mostly unsurprised that Calvin reacts so indifferently to shock videos. He’d be a hypocrite if he labeled it as unsettling, after all. Their repeated pattern of watching these sorts of torture videos— especially when Cal can find “good ones” (in his words) at least— stemmed from the discovery of a website that showcased the aftermaths of car accidents. And after doing a little digging, Cal stumbled upon the leaked cartel videos section. He introduced the videos to Andre, and the other teen found himself getting intrigued by such graphic matter. Calvin describes the grislier videos as the “good videos”.

Calvin can definitely be a bit emotionally manipulative during arguments. Whenever Andre is provoked, grows visibly enraged, and blurts something out he doesn’t mean, Cal uses this to somewhat control Andre. And when he definitely wants to win the argument, he threatens to tell Andre’s cousin, his absent brother, or his parents about what he said. Andre may or may not care, since it really depends on why they’re bickering. But usually, he does care, and even though he tries not to let Cal influence his behaviors, especially during these negatively-charged moments, he doesn’t want anyone to find out about what he said— and definitely not family. Because in his eyes, this may raise suspicion and could result in their peers finding out about Zero Day. When he does decide to grow quiet, Cal is like, “Yeah, so shut the fuck up.” But his exploitative tactics don’t always work, and they could further influence Andre’s emotions.

Andre rarely apologizes when he means it. He kinda just says “Sorry,” after bumping into someone out of habit. He was taught to be respectful, but 90% of the time he doesn’t care about what he did wrong. Even during arguments, when Calvin is trying to state how he fucked up, Andre will tell him to get over it. Most of the time, he does care about aspects of their dynamic that do matter. But in some moments, he won’t, and he’ll just kept doing whatever it is he’s doing. To elaborate, if Cal told him to control himself and to stop being “dramatic”, Andre wouldn’t take him into consideration and would turn the tables by criticizing him about something he cares about and Cal doesn’t.

Calvin and Andre share clothes sometimes. To Cal, seeing Andre in his clothes is quite flattering. Andre thinks rings are cool, too, so he’ll wear them occasionally. Also, he likes to wear Cal’s bracelets and necklaces to feel closer to him, on top of matching dog tags with him.

Andre is an energy drinker. His favorite is Red Bull. Cal drinks a lot of soda and prefers Coca-Cola or Mountain Dew over anything else. While Calvin does enjoy having an energy drink sometimes, often sharing a Red Bull with Andre as energy drinks contain a lot of caffeine, he doesn’t really drink them on his own time.

When Andre and Cal first started planning Zero Day, as they began to practice handling their guns and shooting, they would frequently argue about the correct order and anatomy of the firearm parts they were using. Chris had to step in a couple times to calm them down. Cal insisted that he was right, while Andre insisted that he was right. In general, they have a hard time accepting that either one of them could be right— about anything, really, with the two determined to prove the other wrong and to “get on their high horse”. However, it isn’t uncommon for both boys to end up being wrong, especially if the conflict is similar to their gun-related issues.

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theemissuniverse · 3 days ago

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“IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE?” HENRY HART X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : After Henry as Kid Danger looks bad on the news, he helps the community in order to gain public opinion back. When he meets you, his whole mission goes out the window. (Henry is 18 & graduated from high school, reader is 20. This is low-key written as if it was an actual episode.)

CONTENT : flirty Henry, suggestive content, reader is very feminine

MASTERLIST

As much as he loved fighting crime and saving lives, being Kid Danger did not have its perks sometimes. Kinda like what he was doing now. After he had accidentally insulted veterans just because he said he didn’t think they should get a gold star for joining and didn’t think they were automatically good people on the news, Ray suggested for him to do community work to get the people back in his good graces.

Some of the stuff was small, like saving a cat from a tree. Others it was if he could save them from a burning building.

Just great.

He decided to take a break, going into a bakery to get something to drink and a small donut. When he walked in, it smelled amazing. The smell went to his stomach, making it let out a rumble.

The atmosphere was girly. He could tell the owner was a woman in her twenties just by the small details in the place. And because it was so goddamn pink.

He went to step in further but when he did, a man stood in front of him. He had to be about early to mid twenties. Henry noticed the baggy clothes he had on and he could’ve sworn it was a hot summer day.

The heat was clearly not getting to this man as he had the brightest smile on his face. “Oh my god! You’re Kid Danger!”

Henry was annoyed. And hungry but he knew he couldn’t be as mean or as sassy like he usually would be so he instead pulled off a fake smile. “Hey, man.”

“Can I get a photo?”

‘Can I kick your ass?’ Henry bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something smart like why is a grown ass man asking for a picture but he waved it off. “Sure.”

The guy stood next to him and roughly grabbed a hold of Henry’s shoulder. Henry let out a sigh but fixed his face when the guy held up the phone for the photo and smiled.

After the guy took the picture, he backed away from Henry to examine the photo. “My girl is not gonna believe this.”

“I’m sure she isn’t.” Henry pulled off but what he really wanted to say was ‘I’m sure she isn’t gonna believe a grown man was excited to see Kid Danger.’

“Thanks man, I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no prob….lem.”

Henry was in amazement when he saw you behind the counter. You were absolutely, undeniably gorgeous. You were so breathtakingly feminine that it made his stomach have butterflies.

The way you smiled at customers seemed like you had all the joy in the world and he wanted to be included in that joy. He noticed the way you’d tug on your sleeve when you were a little nervous or anxious. Your freshly done acrylic nails tapped on the counter and boy did he want to see those hands wrapped around something else.

Your lip gloss went with your black lip liner perfectly. He didn’t care what sticky mess he’d create, they were gorgeous and he wanted to kiss them.

When you walked back to hand the customer her muffin, he noted you wore heels but you were still shorter than him. So that had to put you at 5’4 height which was insanely short for him considering he was a 6’0 male.

You wore a cute little apron over your shirt and skirt. The way you walked, you knew you were pretty. You knew men found you hot. That’s what made you attractive to him.

“Um…” Henry forced himself to break out of his trance. “Who’s that?”

The guy turned to see who he was talking about and when he got it, he nodded in confirmation. “Oh, that’s my girlfriend. She owns the bakery.”

Henry kept staring at you, trying to find it within himself to look away but he couldn’t. He needed to talk to you. “Is your girlfriend single?”

The guy laughed when Henry said this. “That’s a good one, man.”

“Uh huh…yeah…” Henry didn’t bother to put up with the conversation anymore before walking over towards the front counter.

There you were, counting the drawer. He figured you were changing shifts at this time which was perfect because you wouldn’t be busy dealing with customers.

“I’ll help you in one minute.” You looked up to give who you thought to be a customer with a polite smile when you saw who it was. “Kid Danger? What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood. Trying to take care of the town.” Henry said slyly. He saw you snicker and raised a brow at it. “What?”

“You and Captain Man trying to do crowd control from the news thing?” You asked, going back to count the money.

Henry had completely forgotten about that. “Oh you saw that?”

“Relax. I agree with you. I don’t think the troops are all good people.”

Henry relaxed after finding out you weren’t mad at him about what he said on the news. “Oh. Okay. Cool. What’s your name?”

You continued to count the money with a playful smile. “Why do you need to know my name?”

He thought about it for a second before coming up with an answer. “Because…” he leaned against the counter. “I wanna know if your name is as pretty as you look.”

You chuckled at his flirtatious response and looked up at him. “Aren’t you a little young?”

Henry scoffed, offended. He wasn’t that young and you didn’t look that old. “I’m eighteen. That’s the legal drinking age in Australia.”

“Oh really?”

“Uh huh.”

You went back to count the money before responding. “(Y/N).”

“I was right. It’s just as pretty as you.”

He noticed you trying to hold back your smile. “You’re cute but I have a boyfriend.”

Henry tilted his head at you. He then turned around to face the man you claimed as your boyfriend. He was bragging to all your customers that he just took a photo with Kid Danger. He then faced his attention to you. He could tell you were embarrassed. “That him?”

You sighed, looking away. “Unfortunately.”

“How old is the grown man?”

“Twenty four.”

“Oh…how old are you?”

“Twenty.” You finished counting the money and started to place money in envelopes for your drop. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

Henry looked at your rack of baked goods. It was a whole range of muffins, donuts, cupcakes, and cookies. “Give me the pink sprinkled one.” He saw the look you were giving him and he pointed his finger at you. “Shut up. I can be grown and like sprinkles.”

You held your hands up in defense and went to grab the donut. You handed it to him and when you did, he pulled out his wallet. “Oh, you’re good.”

“Don’t do that.” Henry handed you the twenty dollar bill and grabbed the donut. “Keep it.”

You gave him a look as you put the money in the register and put the rest in the tip jar. “Money doesn’t impress me Kid Danger.”

“Tell me what does so I can.” Henry took the bite out the donut and when he did, the pink sprinkled chocolate donut melted in his mouth. “That’s a really good donut.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Your boyfriend walked over towards the two of you. He leaned over the counter and kissed you on the cheek. “Hey, babe.”

Henry was furious. You were completely out of his league. How the hell did he even get you? Why were you downgrading? You owned a bakery for damn sake. It was like you were doing charity work for him.

Don’t get him wrong, Henry wasn’t exactly a homewrecker but the home doesn’t look too happy. Not to mention it didn’t matter once he wanted something. When he wanted something or matter of fact, someone, he was going to get it.

“That is bizarre.” Henry said out loud.

“Babe! Look! I met Kid Danger.”

You nodded, finishing with the register. “I see.”

“But I’m too young?” Henry questioned, motioning to your boyfriend and you rubbed your forehead out of embarrassment.

At the next moment, a big man walked in with a brown paper bag on his face. Henry looked at him and he already knew he was going to be trouble. “I hate this town.”

The big man walked over to the three of you at the register. “Give me everything! This is a robbery!”

Henry placed his hand on his temple in annoyance at the man. “Why do you all announce you’re doing a robbery? We see you doing it!”

Your boyfriend let out a squeal as if he was a little girl and ran away, hiding in the bathroom. Henry gave you a look again and you sighed. “I know. I know.”

Henry was impressed. You didn’t seem that phased with a big man coming in trying to rob you. The man went in his jacket pocket then pulled out what appeared to be a gun.

Everyone in the bakery got down, fearing for their lives. Henry didn’t and you didn’t.

You were a little nervous, you had to admit but you felt a little at ease considering a superhero was standing next to you.

“I said give me everything.”

Henry sat his donut on the counter before stepping in front of him so he wouldn’t be in eye contact with you. “Dude. Step out.” He looked at you and then looked at the robber. He whispered the next thing so you wouldn’t hear him. “I’m trying to get her number.”

This time the robber pointed the gun. “Now!”

Henry gave him a look not even phased. “Is that a nerf gun?”

The robber’s demeanor faltered at the question. “Um. No.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“The tip is orange!”

“You’re about the catch this tip in a minute.”

Henry’s eyes blinked at the way the robber worded. “Whoa. First of all, pause. Second of all, you’re wearing a brown paper bag on your head.”

“So?”

Henry reached over, snatching the brown paper bag to reveal his identity. The robber gasped and Henry rolled his eyes, throwing the bag down. “Just leave before I embarrass you.”

The robber didn’t listen. He pointed the fake gun to the rest of the customers, scaring them. “Give me everything now!”

“Okay…I’m officially done with this.” Henry spun the robber back to him and punched him in the face. The robber didn’t go down because he was so big.

The robber tried to punch Henry but Henry with his hyper mobility was quicker. He grabbed the man’s hand and made him punch himself. Henry kicked him in the stomach. Then twisted his arm before giving him a spin kicked.

The man finally got knocked down. Henry looked back over to you in a flirty way. “See how I just did that?”

You looked at him, amused. “I see you’re not finished.”

“Hmm?”

The man grabbed Henry by his shoulders and picked him up before tossing him across the bakery. Henry landed on the wooden chairs and broke them on the process.

You sighed. “Really? I was just about to paint those chairs.”

Henry got up quickly. He charged at the man. He had the man pressed up against the wall. Henry kneed him in the gut and choked him.

The robber pushed Henry to the ground. He then tried to stomp on Henry but Henry moved too fast. Henry kicked him in his ankle. It made the robber drop to his knees. Henry grabbed a rack of cookies and smacked him on the robber’s head.

“Okay, you win! You win!” The robber got up, kind of crying and ran out the store.

Henry dusted the cookie residue off his fingers. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbles.” When everyone felt safe, they stood to their feet and clapped at Henry. Henry waved at the applause before walking back over to your register.

He took the donut he was eating before off the counter and bit back in it. “Hopefully I can finish in peace now.”

You eyed Henry up and down. “You know what? That was impressive.”

Henry wasn’t expecting you to say that. “Really?” He asked with a mouthful.

You leaned over the counter. You used your finger to wipe the remaining crumbs off his lips. Your pink acrylic nails grazed his lips. You looked him right in the eyes as you did it. “Really.”

Henry really wanted to bend you over the counter after doing the gesture but unfortunately he had to control himself.

He couldn’t say anything because your boyfriend came out the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

This time, you looked pissed.

You came from behind the counter and slapped him across the face. “You idiot! You were just going to let him rob me? I mean…he was a shitty robber but that is so not the point!”

Your boyfriend looked guilty. “Well…well Kid Danger handled it right?”

You nodded in a matter of fact way. “Yeah. He’s going to be handling a lot of stuff from now on. We’re done.”

“Ooh.” Henry said like a child as he finished the donut. “You heard her.”

Your boyfriend looked like a sad puppy dog. He started to walk out of the store but before he did stopped to look at Henry. “Can I get an autograph?”

Henry gave him a look. “Dude. No.”

Your ex finally walked out. You looked over to everyone in the store. “Alright everyone. I’m closing early for the day.”

Everyone nodded, understanding before exciting the store. Henry walked a little to you to cut the distance. “Did I hear correctly you dumped the man child?”

You didn’t say anything. You went in your pocket and handed him your business card. “Call me when you’re not busy taking robbers down.”

Henry looked at the phone number and smiled. “Oh yeah? Did I also earn a heroic kiss?”

“No, but you can watch this ass walk away.” You told him playfully as you started to head in the back to your office.

Henry tilted his head, biting his lips as he watched. Your ass did look good in the skirt you were wearing. “I’m not complaining.” You let out a laugh when you hit your office and Henry looked back down to the number. “Man, I love being Kid Danger.”

#x reader #henry danger #henry danger movie #henry danger x reader #henry hart #henry hart x reader

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cicerfics · 2 days ago

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So, I have been vaguely noodling around with an idea that's, like...

OK, first of all: I choose to headcanon that the SIS has a K9 unit, because why wouldn't they! They have dogs that are trained to sniff out bombs and do all kinds of other things! And I don't know if realistically these dogs and their handlers would be kept anywhere near MI6 HQ...but make-believe land can have anything I want, so they are there now!!

And I always choose to headcanon that Q was a Weird Neurodivergent Kid Who Spent All His Time With Animals Instead of People and had like ten million pets of all different species. But mainly he had cats and dogs, and he's as comfortable with dogs as he is with cats.

And he gave up having dogs when he moved to London full time and got very busy with grad school and MI6, but he still loves dogs very much. So he visits the K9 unit regularly and makes friends with one of the handlers and helps her with training and exercising the dogs. It's like free therapy for Q! It helps him decompress after a bad day! He is soothed by working with these creatures for an hour or two!

And I've been thinking about how maybe one or two of these dogs have been retired from active service but still hang out with the others. Their handlers take the retired dogs home with them at night, and bring them into work in the morning, and the retired dogs get to exercise with the others and stay busy and feel useful! They are also helpful for socializing the newly trained puppies and keeping them in order!

Aaaaand maybe the handler of one of these old dogs has to move away to take care of her sick mother, or something. And she can't take the dog with her. And she's very upset because she doesn't know who will look after this dog now!

And Q is like ☝️🤓 💡

Because, as it happens, there is another old dog lurking around HQ these days who is about to be retired from active service but needs to stay busy and feel useful!

And so Q simply leashes up the dog and hands him to Bond.

Congrats, Bond! You have your very own retired-from-service dog now! He is scarred and grumpy and suspicious of everyone and he has a bad hip! You two are gonna get along GREAT. Also, he needs to go for walkies every morning, and he needs to go swimming every afternoon, and you are going to have to spend two hours a day working with him in the training room or he will fall into a deep depression. And also, he needs a special expensive kidney-health diet and distilled water and regular brushings and nail trimmings. I will teach you all his commands and walk you through his daily routine for the first few weeks until you get used to each other! You two are going to have so much fun together! 🤩

Bond does not want this dog. The dog does not want Bond. But Q is determined, and now Bond is walking this dog around Hyde Park (or the dog is walking HIM) and they're both eyeing each other like...it's rotten work. Especially to me, especially if it's you. I'll do it, but Jesus Christ.

But both Bond and the dog have a strong sense of Duty which carries them through until they can properly get used to each other, and they do become very fond of each other in time!

(Also, I just have a nebulous Thought in my head of Q teaching Bond the dog's routines and commands and giving the dog treats and headrubs, and Bond getting jealous and needing Q to also give HIM treats and headrubs for participating in the Training Routine with the dog. After each training sesh, Q has to have them both sit politely while he feeds them treats and rubs them down and tells them they are Good Boys.

@halfbaked00q, maybe you have more thoughts on this, idk!!)

#00q #fic ideas up for adoption #my headcanons

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ghostf1ux · 3 days ago

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Aftershocks

Day 2: Holding Back Tears

Word Count: 5.5k

TW/CWs: Discussion of and implied/referenced rape/non-con

Part 1 || Part 2 (here)

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When Alice had been taken, she'd been angry and scared.

Angry, because she'd been stupid enough to get grabbed off the streets of Crime Alley.

Scared, because despite the work Rojo had been doing for years, she could never shake off those trust issues burned into her bones by living on the streets, and she didn't know if he would find her. Scared, because if he didn't find her fast enough, she knew she'd never be able to come back.

Scared, because despite being only nine years old, she was the oldest kid locked in this warehouse, from what she could tell. Which meant she had to be the strong one, protect the others.

It's what Rojo would do.

So that's what she did.

Even with the ropes burning her wrists with the tightness, even with the shitty bundle of cloth shoved in her mouth and kept there with a haphazardly slapped on piece of duct tape, she kept the others calm. She let the younger ones cuddle up to her, too sympathetic of their too-skinny, shivering forms to do anything else.

It took an hour, she thinks. Maybe two.

When the first man standing along the edges of the warehouse disappeared into the darkness, she smiles and motions for all the kids to close their eyes. Rojo always told them if they got in a situation like this, that once he got there, to close their eyes.

She knew why he always told them that. She's not stupid, and she's not naive, either.

Which is the reason why she keeps her eyes open, and the reason she herds everyone into the furthest corner of the cage they're all in when the guys keeping them there get distracted by seeing their friends get picked off one by one, seemingly by a shadow.

A few gunshots later she sees Rojo jump down from the rafters, a whirl of red and black so fast she can barely make out what he's doing before all the guys are quiet on the ground.

Then he's picking the lock of the cage open, Alice being the first to approach him with a pointed glance down at the gag. A little buzzing, staticky sound comes through his helmet, a sound she's familiar enough with by now to know it's a disbelieving chuckle.

“Are any of you hurt?” He asks first, head tilting towards the others to glance over them before returning his gaze to Alice's.

“Just some cuts, scrapes, malnourishment, and dehydration,” Alice responds. She rubs her wrists after he cuts the rope off, then moves to help the others up. “You can open your eyes now, it's okay, we're safe.”

“Rojo!” One of the kids exclaims, a five year old if Alice had to guess. He runs over to the crimelord-slash-vigilante, beaming brightly. “You came!”

“Of course I did, Alex. Promised I would. Sorry I took so long.” Rojo helps the rest of the kids out, getting their varied restraints off as he goes. “You all have safe places to go?”

A vague chorus of affirmatives meets his question, accompanied by a few negatives. The vigilante nods, turning to Alice.

“Can you take the little ones to the safehouse? I'll make sure they get home once I've wrapped this up.”

“You got it, boss.” Alice salutes seriously, sticking her tongue out at him when he ruffles her hair in response.

He watches the warehouse door while Alice gathers everyone up, and walks with them out the back way. As soon as Alice turns around to guide the younger ones, he disappears from view. She knows better than to think he isn't continuing to watch them, make sure they get out of the area safely, but even in spite of that she still tries to find him in the shadows of the building.

She's unsuccessful.

Turning away, she resigns herself to seeing some of the kids off and taking the ones who don't have a safe place to go to the closest of Rojo's shared safehouses, which are actually just apartments he's in charge of that he keeps stocked for kids that need a temporary place to stay. It's a long walk, but not too long. It takes them thirty minutes at a brisk walk to get there.

Alice gets the younger children settled in, fed, and hydrated, before resigning herself to staying up to keep watch while they sleep.

Thirty minutes pass.

Then forty-five.

Then an hour.

Alice's gut twists into something like dread when there's still no sign of Rojo's appearance. Dealing with the bad guys at the warehouse shouldn't be taking nearly this long.

She glances between the room housing the three small children and the window.

She hesitates.

She lifts the window glass as gently as possible before speed-walking back to the warehouse, switchblade clutched in her hand. Just in case.

A dark van comes driving around the corner and Alice leaps behind the closest hiding spot, holding her breath and flicking the blade out. The van meanders past, not slow enough to be looking for victims, just a little faster than the average car would be driving.

But it came from the direction of the warehouse.

Something niggles in the back of her mind, telling her this is important. As soon as the van passes her, she peeks over the edge of the dumpster to get a glimpse of the license plate. In the darkness she can make out the first couple symbols, but the shadows make it impossible to see the rest.

Repeating the letters over in her head like a mantra, she decides to forego subtlety and sprint the rest of the way to the warehouse once the van is out of sight.

When she gets there it's quiet. Silent. It crawls across her skin, but she steels herself, readies her blade, and pushes carefully through the back door into the warehouse.

Contrary to when Alice left, it's barren. The cage is still there, but the bodies Rojo left behind are gone, not even the drops and small pools of blood that should still be here from the fight before are left. It's like the whole place was wiped clean and nothing ever happened.

Even the cage is pushed back further into the shadows of the random crates, shitty tarps left half draped over them.

“Rojo? You here?” Alice calls out tentatively, looking around slowly. Only her own echoing voice answers her, before fizzling out.

Again, quiet. Way too quiet. Empty-quiet.

Walking forward slowly, she sticks near the edges of the crates lining the walls as she scans the rest of the room for anything.

The clatter of something sliding against concrete makes Alice flinch in surprise, whirling around towards the source of the noise. Her breathing is heavy with anticipation– eyes wide as she searches for the sound.

She freezes when she sees the gun on the ground. It wasn't there before. Slowly, the blade lowers as she takes it in. It's big, and dark, with slightly glowing red accents and details on it. Special attachments are fitted to it. When she gently picks it up and flicks the safety back on, it's a lot heavier than it looks.

This is a very specific gun Alice has only ever seen one person wield.

This is Rojo's gun.

He isn't here.

She (safely) clutches the gun to her chest, running out the door to see the tire tracks in the slightly muddy front road.

Something went wrong.

They took him.

And she's the only one who knows.

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Dick groans dramatically as Tim continues rambling over the comm line in his ear, swerving around a car going too slow for his taste.

“Baby bird, I don't need you to re-explain the reason I shouldn't just eat sugary cereal for breakfast. I am aware of the nutrient factors and whatever and I've decided that I deserve that treat in my life,” Dick argues cheerily, a grin plastered across his face. He can hear Tim's exasperated eye roll, despite the fact that it's silent. It's about vibes.

“Okay, but you shouldn't also have it for dinner,” Tim sighs tiredly, like he's had this argument several times before. That's because he has. Dick doesn't know why he keeps trying.

“Maybe you just need a little more joy and whimsy in your life.” Dick shrugs, working the stray strand of hair stuck on the edge of his domino out of it. Tim mocks him in the very little-brotherly way he picked up from Jason as they speed down the main border street next to the Bowery, heading towards Crime Alley and then Bristol.

“Whatever. When you keel over because you've had too much sugar, don't come crying to me– fUCKING CHRIST–”

Both vigilantes startle when a kid runs out of the Alley and into the street just ahead of them– tires skidding loudly on the asphalt as they have to swerve opposite ways to miss her, just barely not crashing their bikes.

Dick breathes out a heavy sigh, before hopping off his bike to face the kid. “Hey, that's pretty dangerous, maybe look both ways before you–”

“You have to help him!” The girl cries, running up to Dick with wide, scared eyes. She's heaving for breath and keeping something tucked close to her chest, hidden under her jacket. He crouches down to her level just as Tim jogs over, looking a little wary and confused.

“Help who?” Dick rests his elbows on his knees, looking up at the– she's gotta be less than ten years old– girl. She unfurls her jacket and hands him something metal and heavy and handle first– a gun. A very recognizable gun.

“Rojo saved us and then he didn't come back,” she explains, wiping her eyes with her sleeve furiously as she tries to catch her breath. “They took him– there– there was a van leaving the warehouse. When he didn't come back I went to look for him because he always makes sure everyone gets home and it had been too long and–”

“Hey, hey, easy, we'll find him,” Dick assures her, ignoring the spike of anxiety in his stomach in favor of handing the custom black and red Jericho 941 off to Tim, who's speaking lowly into his comm. “Can you show me which warehouse it was?”

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When Dick and Tim get there to investigate, it's both worrying and disappointing. Between the distinct lack of evidence, the partial plate they were able to get from Alice before sending her to Jason's community safehouse, and the lack of cameras in Crime Alley that make tracking the van impossible, it wasn't looking good.

Oracle managed to remotely activate the tracker on his helmet, but it was just a decoy location that served to throw the Bats off the tail. All they found was his mask and domino, in perfect condition, sitting on a table in a nondescript basement under a shady looking store that was probably a front for money laundering. No note, no ransom, nothing. They just took him and left without a trace.

That fact only made Dick's anxiety about the whole situation worse.

It took hours before they found anything. They had to resort to locating all of Jason's known enemies, then figure out which ones had the means to pull this off, then deduce who would actually have the balls to try it.

His list of enemies is long.

Thankfully, most are dead or out of commission, making the process of going down the list a whole lot quicker. Between everyone who had access to anything, they were able to narrow down the list to a few handfuls of people.

That being said, all of them either couldn't have done it or wouldn't have done it.

Which, again, leaves them with nothing.

And then Tim had recognized one of the mob names from a case he was working on after Jason had supposedly dismantled them. Looking further into it, it seemed he only killed the leader before having to get out before finishing the job, for whatever reason. A quick call to Talia tells them that it went down during the time he had been on the run from the League, and that the mob was under Ra's’ control at the time. After that, the mob, located in Russia, had gone dark. Intel said the main compound was blown to smithereens and not a soul survived it.

She also informed them of the nature of many of the members of this mob. It was possible one of the members’ meta abilities had led them to survive.

After that, they took to investigating each known member of the mob that had been there, narrowed it down to the metas, and then scoured every source of intel they had for those names and faces.

Thankfully, it wasn't too long of a list, and they managed to get a couple hits. None had been spotted anywhere near Gotham in recent time, but there was one who hadn't been spotted anywhere in the past couple weeks.

Following the money trail from him was done easily enough, and then they were able to find the transport Jason had been taken in.

It was at this point Dick and Tim headed back out in the vaguely same direction the mobsters were going while Babs combed through what footage she could find to track them down.

Eventually, they found the location. In a grand total of six and a half hours, give or take, they finally found Jason.

Hopefully.

There were no guards posted outside the derelict house, but that really doesn't mean anything, besides the fact that they have some vague amount of intellect. They circle around to the back, starting on the second floor.

Sneaking through the window proves to be the best plan when they're able to soundlessly take out the few armed guards up there. Immediately they notice the unnatural cold that persists within the building, chilling them to the bone despite the very-much-not-winter-weather outside.

Within the next minutes, the brothers are systematically taking out each goon one by one.

At least, until they get to the hallway to the basement.

It's heavily guarded, five different men standing outside it. They all carry weapons, though some have been flying carelessly to the side. Blunt weapons with little splashes of blood, from what Dick can tell through the night vision of his domino lenses.

Silently, he gives Tim a countdown before rolling a smoke pellet into the room and flinging himself in as soon as it goes off. The smaller vigilante is right behind, covering Dick's back while he flips and sounds between the men in the cramped space. He doesn't even bother trying to spare them the trip to the hospital, not when his little brother's life is on the line.

As soon as they're all knocked out cold, Dick throws the basement door open, rushes down the stairs, and throws the (much more expensive and way heavier) second door open as well.

He freezes, eyes widening and blood running cold while he tries to take in the scene in front of him.

Immediately, his eyes lock on Jason.

Jason, who’s hanging from his wrists, blood cascading down his arms from whatever wounds are beneath the cuffs.

Jason, who’s trembling and shaking erratically and involuntarily, broken little sounds he’d never make in a million years slipping between his lips.

Jason, who’s been stripped of everything except his pants, who’s injuries are on clear display to anyone that so much as glances at him, blood pooling around his feet.

Jason, who’s covered in so many scratches that are closer to gouges that ooze blood in steady streams, marks that lead to the burned in handprints and fucking bite marks across his waist, his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his fucking neck–

The man holding Jason– his brother, his fucking little brother– is barely a blur of a figure behind his little brother. Dick doesn’t see, doesn’t process anything past the sight of Jason’s twitching and squirming, his own body fighting him as little orange sparks of electricity dance over the surface of his skin. They’re barely visible, but Dick can still make them out, make out the little involuntary flinches when one of the bolts touches a hidden injury under his skin.

At some point, Tim pushes into the room behind him. The guy who has Jason shifts his grip from his hips– a placement that makes Dick’s skin crawl and his rage spike, hands shaking with the effort of holding himself back– to grabbing Jason’s hair and yanking his head back, holding a wicked-looking knife to his throat. Tim falters, and Dick can feel the way he glances at him for help but all Dick sees is the arc of electricity get bigger– stronger–

And then Jason cries– sobs, his voice hoarse and broken and in so, so much agony.

Dick’s will, his fraying thread of self restraint in the delicate situation, snaps.

In the next moment he’s flying across the room, ripping the knife out of the man’s hand and stabbing it through his wrist– the one holding Jason back by his hair. He screams, or, at least, Dick thinks he does. He doesn’t really know.

Not when his fists are pummelling into the guy’s face, his ribs, anywhere he can hit to cause damage, to cause pain.

Not when he can feel those phantom hands tracing over his own body, an all-too vivid memory of rain pattering against his face.

Not when the guy is unconscious on the ground and Dick keeps going, because his rage burns hot and fiery in his veins and he can’t seem to actually see the face below him.

Not when he can hear her words echoing in his ears, panic and disgust twisting painfully in his stomach as his own body is helpless to push her off, to push her away, to do anything to stop it, to get away–

“–ing! Hold him up, I need to get the shackles off.”

Dick blinks and he can finally see the mess of the man below him, barely breathing. He blinks again, turning his gaze up to Tim, who’s holding his shoulders and meeting his gaze with a strange, panicked and worried intensity he never lets show in the field unless someone is gravely injured. He points back to Jason with his words, who’s gone completely limp despite the clear pain it causes him. His first little brother breathes out a slow, stuttered, despaired keen, muscles twitching under his skin as if he wants to reach out towards them. His shaking– shivering, rather– is so violent and painful it makes Dick choke out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob, scrambling away from the body to get to Jason.

Quick fingers take care of the blindfold, but all it reveals is tear-streaked closed eyes, squeezed so tight it has to be in reflex to the pain. Then he’s carefully, gently embracing and lifting him, mindful of the injuries he can see and feel beneath Jason’s skin. He flinches despite it, another whimper accompanying the action. Dick can feel his breathing– already fluttery, erratic, and painful just to listen to– speed up dramatically, but Dick just shushes him calmly, combing his fingers through his little brother’s hair as Jason coughs weakly.

“Shh, shh, I’ve got you, we’ve got you, little wing, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, you’re safe now,” Dick murmurs, trying to keep his anger and panic and worry out of his voice in some attempt to be comforting. He’s usually so much better at this, having been doing it since he was nine years old and working the streets as Robin, but when it comes to family…

A few tense moments pass while Tim works diligently on the best way to get the cuffs off before Jason weakly– so weakly– tucks his face into the crook of Dick’s neck with a shuddering breath thick with tears he doesn’t have the strength to shed. He smooths his free hand through Jason’s hair, smoothing the sweat-soaked locks out of his face.

“Fucking piece of shit put fucking prongs in these cuffs just to torture him a little more– I swear to god if he isn’t already dead he fucking will be–”

Dick glances up at Tim with a pointed look, the boy just giving him a deadpan stare in response once he notices Dick’s look.

“I’m not calling an ambulance for him. I don’t care about B’s rule,” Tim snaps quietly, mindful of how his volume makes Jason react. Dick raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything in response. He watches Tim as he unlocks the first cuff, noticing the high-strung tension in his body, the slightly jerky movements that are usually fluid and smooth, the way his brow is furrowed in concentration when he’s trying to focus on one thought instead of the unwanted ones trying to flying through his head.

Why does it seem like this is personal for him? Past it just being their family.

Personal in the same way it’s personal for Dick.

He subconsciously tightens his grip on Jason when the idea crosses his mind, gut twisting. Surely Tim wasn’t–?

No.

Right?

But then, Tim was never one to share with them, especially in a family as emotionally repressed as this one, where it always seemed weakness wasn’t an option (thanks for that mentality, B). It’s possible he could’ve just not told them… god knows Dick doesn’t, hasn’t.

Fuck.

Dick startles out of his train of thought when Jason’s second wrist is released and he sags bonelessly into his chest, briefly tensing, twitching and spasming, before going limp again. Dick nods to Tim to help him carry Jason up the stairs, which is done quickly and gently as possible. There’s no furniture Dick wants to touch with a ten foot pole, so they just lay Jason down on the ground, head pillowed by Dick’s legs from where he’s sitting leaned against the wall with his legs bent.

He checks Jason’s pulse and breathing, both fast and fluttery, but not in dangerous levels. Tim gets started on wrapping his wrists, while Dick returns to threading his fingers through Jason’s hair in that way he’s never said he enjoys, but everyone knows he does.

“Hey, hey, open your eyes, Jay. Come on, stay with me here,” he pleads quietly, hoping to keep him from falling asleep just yet.

Slowly, bright teal eyes blink blearily open, finding Dick’s face immediately. He breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling down at him. Jason’s gaze flicks over to Tim, who meets his eyes for a few moments before nodding to himself and returning to wrapping Jason’s wounds.

Briefly, Dick panics when his eyes slide shut and his head lolls listlessly into Dick’s abdomen, but it’s washed away when he recognizes the slower breathing pattern of sleep. No surprise he’s exhausted, after what he went through.

Tim tends to the worst of his injuries while Dick holds him, keeping him warm in the cold house. Not too much longer later, the Batmobile arrives and the two of them get Jason loaded in.

He’s in and out for the whole ride back, drifting between barely awake and fully asleep.

Back in the medbay of the Batcave, both Dick and Tim help Alfred get Jason changed and help dress his injuries.

He just barely manages to keep the bile in his stomach when he’s forced to actually dress the handprints and the bite marks.

By the look on Tim’s face the whole time, he guesses he’s having the same struggle.

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Consciousness comes back to Jason in broken, foggy pieces. Sharp, but unclear.

He knows he hurts. He’s in pain. He’s cold. His nerves are still jittery and twitchy.

He doesn’t know why.

And then it all slams into him like a fucking truck and he throws himself out of– where is he? Laying on something vaguely soft, rapid beeping in the background that abruptly shifts to a long whine that grates on his ears, needling into his skull and it hurts, it hurts so much, so he tries to back away from it– tripping and stumbling over whatever else is in the room, ignoring the pinpricks of pain over his otherwise trembling body.

“Jay– Jason– Jason!” A voice yells worriedly, close, far too close. He flinches, pressing himself further back into the corner. There’s so much– sound, noise, smells, feeling– whatever he’s wearing scratches painfully against his chest and back, and suddenly he can hear that voice again and those hands on his body and he just wants people to stop fucking touching him–

“Little wing, I need you to open your eyes,” a different voice coaxes, softer than the other one. “You’re safe, you’re in control here, okay? No one’s going to do anything you don’t want them to. Open your eyes for me, please.”

Jason slowly, cautiously flutters his eyes open, not even aware they were closed. A kind face smiles encouragingly back at him, dark blue eyes searching his tentatively.

“There you go. Can you breathe with me? We’re in the Cave, it’s just me and Tim right now. Deep breaths for me, little wing,” Dick murmurs soothingly, exaggerating his own breathing for him to follow. He tries, once he manages to actually focus on it, but it’s hard, god it’s hard because his heart is still beating out of his chest and every instinct in him is screaming at him to move, to fight, to hide, to get away even though somewhere in his mind he knows he’s safe.

Dick seems to see something in his curled up form– when did he end up on the ground with his arms wrapped around himself?– because he shuffles back about a foot and it immediately makes something in Jason’s chest a little lighter, a little less constricting. He finds himself able to follow the pattern, heart slowing down with the more even breaths.

Once he has a handle on his own thoughts, he averts his gaze from Dick’s and takes in the room. Now that he’s not panicking, he can easily recognize it as the Medbay in the Bat Cave. Several cots line the walls, various pieces of medical equipment are scattered around, and the place is pristine as always.

Except for the path of destruction caused by his panic to the corner of the room, of course. Tim stands by what he guesses is his cot, the furthest one from the door. There are medical supplies strewn about the cot itself, mostly bandages and various antibiotic and burn creams.

Well. That explains a lot.

He lets himself relax a bit, unfolding slightly from his little ball but keeping his arms wrapped around his mostly bandaged torso.

“How– How long has it been?” He asks, voice scratchy and hoarse. Tim moves in the background, setting a glass of water with a straw a couple feet away and sliding it towards him.

“We found you yesterday after the sun rose, and you’ve been out since. Technically it was earlier today but it’s past midnight, so.”

Dick shrugs, keeping a sort of easy air around him despite the tension threading through his muscles. “No one’s left for patrol yet. I was gonna stay in, and Tim has stuff to work on at the computer.”

Jason hums, taking careful sips from the water. They fall into a sort of awkward, loaded silence that no one really wants to break.

“We, uh. Can we finish up the bandages?” Tim finally asks. Jason tenses up just at the idea, pressing back into the wall. “If we don’t, it’s more likely to leave scars or get infected…”

He scoffs sardonically, forcing himself to his feet. “Sure, yeah, whatever, Timbit. Just make it quick.”

Jason settles back on the cot, sitting cross-legged and facing one of the long sides so they can both have enough room to do whatever it is you need to do. He focuses on a breathing pattern as they tread closer and tentatively resume what they were doing prior to his little freak out, dutifully ignoring the way his skin prickles uncomfortably and his whole body tenses just at their proximity. He definitely ignores how each touch– half a moment of contact, barely even a brush against his skin– nearly causes him to flinch away and makes his eyes sting as he forces himself to remain relatively still.

Fuck. Seriously, he’s been through far worse, why the hell does he feel like sobbing?

He tilts his chin up at Dick’s prompting so they can re-bandage his neck, biting the inside of his lip hard enough for it to bleed in an attempt to keep his eyes from betraying him.

He’s not angry, he’s certainly not sad, so why the hell does his body feel the need to do this to him?

It’s stupid, that’s what it is. His childhood on the streets was worse than this. The Joker was worse than this. Hell, the Pit was definitely worse than this. That’s not even counting having to dig his way out of his own grave– that he could definitely understand wanting to cry about. That fucking sucked.

But he wasn’t even there for that long. Some electrocution, some freezing, and maybe he really did want to die there for a hot second but that’s besides the point because it’s a coin flip whether he feels like that on any given day. Really, it’s a fifty-fifty whether he wants to die or if he feels like he’s already dead.

Maybe that says something about him.

He dismisses the thought with a suspiciously choked half-scoff, rapidly blinking his eyes. Dick pulls back, trying to meet his gaze, but he averts it before he can.

“Jay, you… you know you’re allowed to fall apart, right? Especially about something like this, you–”

“Don’t fucking tell me that, Goldie,” Jason snaps, pulling away from them both to curl back up at the head of the bed. Neither try to stop him, glancing between him and each other.

“I’m just saying, we’re here for you. That’s what family does, we help pick up the pieces when we fall apart.”

He rolls his eyes, fixing his glare on a random crack between the tiles on the floor of the Medbay. “Whatever. Look, I’m fine, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of something that isn’t a big deal. I’ve had far worse. I grew up on the streets, trust me, this isn’t my first fucking rodeo.”

The other two exchange glances again.

“I think what he’s trying to say is that we get it,” Tim tries carefully. That makes Jason’s attention snap to the two of them, scanning them both. Slightly uncomfortable, but no lies. He growls, deep in his chest, a flare of familiar protective rage surging in his chest.

“Who?”

Tim answers first. “Ra’s’ sister, when I was… looking for B. It didn’t actually– I wasn’t– Cass got there in time,” he finally gets out. It doesn’t really help the rage, but it does make him relax slightly.

Dick, on the other hand, is uncharacteristically silent, hands fidgeting. Anxiety is written into every line on his face. Jason and Tim stay silent, waiting for him to speak.

“She– she’s in jail, now. For something else. But she’s already gone,” Dick finally says, wringing his hands.

Of course it’s at this moment all three flinch as the door slides open, revealing Bruce in the suit, sans cowl. He has a bundle of fabric in his arms, which he sets at the foot of the bed. He glances at the three of them, then clears his throat awkwardly.

“I… brought all your favorite clothes you still have here. I wasn’t sure which ones you might want.”

Jason blinks, slowly reaching out to grab his favorite Wonder Woman hoodie from the pile and slipping it on with only a little difficulty. It’s then that he realizes that it’s not just his stuff in the pile. He sends a questioning look at Bruce, who has thinly-veiled pain in his eyes.

“I figured I’d bring down things for all of you. If… if any of you want to, to talk about it. Someday. I understand.”

It’s the three boys’ turn to look at him incredulously, Tim opening his mouth to ask the question they’re all thinking before a different, haughty voice echoes across the cave.

“Father! Oracle has requested you at the computer, she insists she must show you something relating to the case,” Damian calls from further into the cave, most likely by the computer. Jason notes the brief stiffness, and the forced relaxing of muscles, before it clicks.

Oh, he was going to put his All-Blades to good use. Demon heads are going to roll.

Bruce clears his throat again, stiffly making his way out while the three eldest brothers of the family exchange glances, collectively agree to not talk about it, and Tim follows them out. Dick grabs his own hoodie from the pile, then turns to Jason with a small smile.

“If you want a distraction, I bet we could kidnap Tim for some Mario Kart?”

Jason huffs a reluctant laugh, waving him off. “Sure, go get the baby bird. Wait until B leaves though. I’d… like a second. Alone.”

“Of course,” Dick smiles, stepping towards the exit. “We’ll be out here, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. Scram.”

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Build-A-Bot (With Lots of Love)

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 5💘💘

Ohhh i had a lot of fun with this one hehe, silly shennaigans but also, a bit of fluffy sweetness, perfect for a build a bear aslkdjflkasjdfl, hope you like it!

Prompt: Y/n takes Sun and Moon out to someplace like build-a-bear (or a fnaf brand adjacent lol) to make each other lovely valentines day plushies! Sweet audios, noise makers, fun plushie outfits, and of course hearts! Maybe a sweet confession in the mix too hehe <3

Word Count: 2467

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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"Sunshine, I mean this with the best of intent, but why are we here on our day off?"

You turn to him as you walk. "What do you mean? What's wrong with the mall?"

"What Sun is trying to say is that we work at a mall, Star. Spending the day at another one seems, impractical confusing even."

You stop walking then, realizing that that's indeed the case as you're surrounded by shops and a food court, people flitting about and chattering.

"Oh. Right. Well, it's because there's somewhere specific in here that I wanted to take you both!" You start to move again, pulling them both along by their hands.

The mall is busy, though given it's Valentine's day, it's not surprising. Other patrons mingle about, families and couples alike.

The entire interior is decorated for the holiday, red and pink streamers hang from the ceiling, hearts across every possible surface. It would almost be suffocating if you weren't someone who desired to be in love yourself. Instead, you're able to enjoy the festivities to—almost—full capacity.

You finally make it to the store you were looking for. Children can be seen running around inside and coming in and out, stuffed animals in their arms. Even a few couples meander about, which is what you were secretly hoping for. If you'd been the only ones in there you'd be slightly more embarrassed about taking them here.

But, regardless of your feelings, that wouldn't have stopped you. You'd been wanting to come here with the two of them for a while now. You knew how many plushies and the likes Sun and Moon had in their room in the Daycare, ones they unfortunately couldn't bring with them when they moved into your home.

Stupid fazbear entertainment rules and such. The animatronics could leave, but all their belongings had to stay. It made no sense to you, personally. But rules were rules. Their collection at the Daycare was massive, and you think deep down they missed it in comparison to your space at home. Someone else might think it was far too many, but for you, you knew it was a comfort, and it upset you that you couldn't provide that for them.

Not at first, at least.

Thus, your plan to gain them a collection just as impressive—but now in your home—was put into place. Starting with here. You think a stuffed animal they could chose and 'make' for themselves, would help with the loss until you could purchase them more. Not to mention, you wanted to make one for them yourself.

You'd been struggling with your feelings towards the two for some time now, and living together hadn't helped matters. The brief moments in the hall, the small touches here and there. The quiet evenings spent together in a manner that you couldn't have otherwise gotten when they were still in the Plex.

You couldn't help it, not realizing just how much you cared for them until it was put in front of you in such a manner. You wanted more than anything to tell them, to let them know that they were more than just friends to you. But you relented. You had to, you felt.

While they had gotten some freedom, getting to live with you, it came at a price, and they were still adjusting. So, you'd held your tongue. Kept your feelings to yourself, it was for the best. Waiting until the moment was right.

And now, after a couple months, you think it was time. To try, at least. You could never get a read on whether they felt the same for you or not. Always overthinking every little interaction. But with this, you'd find out for sure, and finally have the ache in your heart quelled.

One way or another.

You enter the store with them, ready to get right to it, only to halt when you realize you spy a shelf full of Bonnie plushies staring back at you. And Chica, and Roxy. You quickly realize that this isn't your typical build-a-bear. Or at least, it's changed a lot in the past several years since you've been in one.

"What, is this place?" Sun asks, glancing around.

Moon picks up one of the Freddy plushes laying in a bin nearby, chuckling. "You brought us somewhere that would remind us of the Daycare? How... kind, Starlight."

You groan internally, this is not what you wanted to happen at all.

"Um, not, quite... I wasn't expecting there to be, so much,"—you glance around to the sheer amount of Pizza Plex merch—"Of it to be here. Honestly. This wasn't like it when I came here as a kid."

You shake your head, turning to them and clapping your hands. "But! That's okay. We can still have fun. I'm sure there's got to be some non-work related plushes in here. So let's get to it."

You explain how this is supposed to work, taking them around the store to show them all their options for plushies, clothes and accessories, and so on. They take a particular interest when you stop at the voice boxes and explain that they can use a pre-recorded one or record their own sound if they'd like.

There's some non-Plex related animals you find, to your relief. You let the boys go off on their own, deciding to focus on the task at hand. You want this to be perfect, as perfect as it can be at least.

You start with your choice of animals for them both. For Sun, you found a golden lab, and Moon, one of the last raccoons, stuffed away near the back of the shelf. Fitting for both of them. After that, came finding the proper accessories. You chose a red bowtie for the lab, and the racoon, a black top hat. Though, you struggled for it, you will admit.

There was only a singular top hat left. Resting in the middle of a bin, standing out amongst the others lying there.

Your eyes locked onto it, but become acutely aware that you're being watched. You glance up, locking eyes with someone across the floor from you. Specifically, a child. She couldn't be more than 10 years old. Her eyes shift, and you notice the tuxedo cat in her arms.

You were not going to lose this one.

At the same time, you both lunge towards the bin. You grip the small hat with both hands, lifting it up. Unfortunately, you find that there's a—surprisingly—strong force pulling back against you. Looking down, you see that the girl is gripping the hat just as tightly as you are.

You tug again, but she holds firm, mouth set in a scowl you didn't think possible for a child.

"Excuse me, I'd like this please." You say, trying to be gentle.

She huffs, sneering. "Too bad. I had it first."

"No, I think I did. Look, how about I help you find another—"

"No!" She interrupts. "It's mine. You can't have it!"

You sigh, you really don't want to fight a child, you really don't want to fight a child—

She takes one hand off and digs her nails in your arm, scratching you as you hiss.

Okay, that's it.

You rip the hat from her hands, stepping back and clutching your now stinging arm. Thankfully, it's not a deep set of scratches, but damn if it doesn't sting. The child starts bawling, now sitting on the floor, her mother coming over with a look of confusion and slight anger.

Before she can say anything you just raise your arm, showing what her daughter did, and walk off as she starts to scold the girl.

From there, it's not too much trouble to gather the remaining few things to complete your presents. You find the perfect little hearts, hesitating for a moment, but pressing a quick kiss to the yellow and blue hearts before inserting them into the plushies. You hope no one saw that as you make your final decision; whether or not to use a pre-recorded message.

After several moments of heavily debating, you decide that if you're going to commit to this, you're going all the way.

It takes a few, awkward tries, but you finally get a recording that you're happy with for both stuffed animals.

Satisfied, you decide to go find Sun and Moon.

When you turn around and look for them, it only takes you a few mere moments, as they make it quite obvious where they are.

You're, a bit shocked to see the two of them, arguing over by one of the counters. Not unsimilar to your own experience earlier, the two of them are fighting over something, you can't see what from here.

The people around them seem unsure what to do, either ignoring the argument or just watching from afar.

You realize you have no choice but to intervene, lest it escalates and you get kicked out. You hurry over, breaking the two apart.

Your gaze flits between them, confusion in your eyes. "Guys, guys, what's going on?"

"Somebody is trying to take something that doesn't belong to them." Sun scoffs, crossing his arms.

Moon tsks. "Not yours. Haven't bought it. Therefore, it's up for grabs."

They start bickering once more and you have to step in again. "Okay, okay. Why don't we take a moment here." You turn to Sun. "What's the thing that's the source of trouble here?"

They both choke up at that, avoiding your gaze.

"It's—"

"—nothing."

You open your mouth, only for someone to slap their hand down on the counter. You jump, turning to see a frazzled employee.

"There. We had one more in the back. Now please, I don't want to have to ask you to leave."

They move away then, revealing a small heart that happens to be your favorite color. Your eyebrows shoot up. And sneaking a peek at Sun's hand, still held high above his head, there's another that is also that same color.

Before you can think, Moon scoops up the heart, and hurries off, Sun following suit soon after.

You, don't know what to think of that, but your face is burning now.

You're finished up well before them, so you wait outside the store for them, fidgeting with the two stuffies in your arms. You accidentally squeeze one too hard, your own voice suddenly erupting from it and startling you.

As you calm down again, you look up in time to see them walking towards you, a bag in each of their hands. They seem, nervous as they approach you. Both stop in front of you, gazes on the ground.

"All done—oh!" Without a word, Sun and Moon present their bags to you. You're… more than surprised. "I, for me? Really?"

Both nod, again not making eye contact, it makes the heat on your face grow worse.

You take both bags, and nod once yourself. Now or never. "Thank you, boys. I, wasn't expecting this. These um, are for you." You present their respective plushes to them both, and they snap their heads up, eyes wide.

"Oh, you didn't have to—"

"—get us anything."

You smile, laughing quietly. "Of course I did. That was the point to this trip, truth be told."

As they admire and fawn over their new stuffies, you pull your own surprises out of their bags.

It's… the two of them. In plush form, of course. But they've got accessories. Over top their usual Daycare attire is more casual clothing. Sun is wearing a little silly t-shirt with a jacket, Moon a hoodie. Jeans and little sweatpants, and shoes to match. It takes a moment but it clicks that both outfits are similar to their current looks. The stuff they wear when home with you.

Something compels you to hug both plushies tight, and you're shocked to hear their voices come from both. Not catching what they say you pull away, squeezing Sun's plush, then Moon's.

"Love you more than all the stars in the sky, Sunshine!"

"Love you to the moon and back, Star."

You freeze at the words. You press play on both once more, hearing those same messages.

'Love you.'

You tune back in then, realizing that there's a sound playing nonstop in front of you. Your voice, doubled.

Looking up, you see both bots are laser-focused on their respective stuffed animals. Both pressing the button to hear your voice say "Love you always Sunny!" or "Love you always Moony!" respectively. Over, and over, and over again.

"Um... guys?" You ask.

Instantly, they both whip to look at you.

"Sunshine..."

"Do, do you mean it?"

You start to nod slowly. "Do you um, also mean it?" You lift your gifts from them.

Moon nods, and Sun hums.

Before you can say anything else, you're being picked up and spin around by Sun, he's laughing and yamerring on but you can't fully understand him. He sets you down after you protest, but you're pulled into a hug by Moon soon thereafter. Sun joins as well, and you're left standing there, hand reaching up to hold onto both of them in your slightly dazed state.

You speak first. "So, you like your presents then?"

"Oh I love love love it! But I'm far more excited to get to say I love you." Sun squeezes you tighter.

Moon snickers as you squeak. "I have to say the same. The gift is nice, but I prefer the real thing, personally."

"Un-understood." You mumble, burying your face in their combined arms as they both chuckle.

Yup. You were definitely going to be doing this again. Make it a yearly tradition, even.

A kiss is pressed to one of your cheeks, then the other soon thereafter.

Changed your mind. Make it monthly. Maybe weekly.

They were going to have to build up their collection again somehow, after all.

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dramaticallytotal · 14 hours ago

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The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Seven

Idea Post Part One Last Part

Broadway Baby:

• Noah wasn't crushed under Owen because Alejandro is trying to show the smaller boy he could be an ideal friend, so he made sure Noah sat next to him. Except the boy slept a lot, not that Alejandro could blame him, his ankle was still hurt. It had apparently been a sprain, but thankfully, it was not too serious, which was a miracle to Alejandro, considering his new amigo had taken the brunt of Owen's weight on his ankle. The boy had taken some pain medication and was out.

• Alejandro was also very surprised at how considerate Izzy could be as he had observed the girl gently waking Noah up to make sure he ate and to rewrap his ankle. It was odd. She was never gentle with anyone. Except Noah and Eva but Noah more so. So Noah must be the leader of the group, which is what Alejandro concluded. (Ale, you fool. They are just really close friends who care about each other.)

• While Tyler and Alejandro had been eating oatmeal (first class has an oatmeal bar, I don't know why, but I believe this in my soul. It's only available for breakfast), Owen, once awake, had a full Yukon breakfast, Izzy ate a little of everything, and Noah had congee. He had been confused when he was woken up by Izzy to eat it because he knew it wasn't an option on the breakfast menu.

She claimed she made it and before Alejandro could stop him from doing so (Alejandro 100% does not trust it since Izzy said she made it and he's worried how Noah wasn't worried at all) Noah took a bite and felt himself practically melt. It tasted just like his pāṭṭi's (grandma's). He knew she didn't make it, given that Izzy liked to experiment when she cooked, so she must have specifically asked for it. But for it to taste just like his pāṭṭi's the person who made it must have known her or something. Which meant Chef most likely made it.

Noah doesn't know why he did, but he's grateful. Despite his ankle being in pain, the congee helped.

[That is exactly why Chef made it. His emotionally-adopted son was hurt, and his in-denial husband panicked and called Abbi, Noah's mom, to tell her and ask for tips on how to make him feel better. Elayanila, Noah's grandma, took over the call and told Chef how to make her congee.]

• Eva was so done with Courtney, Heather, and Gwen and their stupid fighting. They had fought late into the night and started right back up as soon as they awoke. What was worse was them blaming her despite her doing her best, and she knew they would have voted her off if the challenge had not been a reward.

Heather had made a snide remark about Eva going faster if she had let her whip her. It took Eva, baring her teeth at the girl, to get her to shut up. They would have won if Sierra hadn't gone off the path and taken Cody with her. It took extra time to find them, which is what set them back.

• Eva, Katie, and Sadie were guarding Cody in economy class as Sierra kept trying to get to him to rub his legs and feet to "warm" him up.

• Bridgette is feeling on edge after the challenge, and it is because of the accidental kiss with Alejandro. She already made a confessional about it and how sorry she was to Geoff. She apologized that it happened and that she didn’t say more to Alejandro when he flirted with her. She also confesses that it took Noah talking to her to realize how it looked.

Now that she's on edge, she kind of starts to isolate from her team but especially Leshawna.

• Lindsay is still the one to give her team a pep talk because she's like, so tired of their down attitudes. Well, besides Sadie, but Sadie was playing guard so Lindsay didn't have her other moral booster.

• Tyler is the one to tell Alejandro to take Lindsay a snuffer's bar.

• Leshawna and Lindsay happily took the snacks while Bridgette just said, "I'm good. Thanks." Which shocked Alejandro and Leshawna. Leshawna apologized for Bridgette's behavior, which Alejandro waved away, but Bridgette heard her, and now there is tension between the two because Bridgette knows she wasn't rude in her answer or anything. She even said it with a smile. But for some odd reason, Leshawna took offense to her, turning down Alejandro's gesture.

• Heather is still trying to form an alliance with Sierra, so she is still there when Alejandro tries to offer his former teammate some candy. She still plays the whole enemy thing up.

• Alejandro does think she's good, but he also knows that Team E-Scope is protective of Cody, and if Heather is complicit of helps Sierra get to Cody, she's done. Even if Sierra is Chris's current favorite.

• Noah caught Alejandro's smirk when Sierra annoyed Chris and could see where the next manipulation was going to go.

• Izzy offered to carry Noah up the rope because of his ankle, but Alejandro made up some reason for it to be him, so Noah ended up getting a piggy-back ride up the rope. He tried not to think of how warm Alejandro was or how he had the perfect view of his muscles working overtime as they climbed.

• Alejandro was trying not to focus on the feel of Noah pressed against his back nor the way the shorter boy's thighs squeezed him the further from the ground they got. But this also helped him realize he actually felt muscle in the thighs, so he added it to his list of Noah Is More Than He Seems because all he has heard is how scrawny and lanky Noah is. So why was there muscle enough to notice?

• A pair of work gloves lended to Justin so the boy wouldn't cry and complain about damaging his hands, which ended up on his Objects Noah Has In His Utility Belt List.

• Lindsay was the first one up her rope for her team. All her years of gymnastics were really coming in handy. Bridgette followed her quickly, followed by Sadie, then Leshawna, then DJ.

• Heather still suggested Sierra chose the method of climbing while Eva ignored them and just started climbing with one hand. One hand because she grabbed Cody by the back of his shirts like the scruff of a cat and just started climbing. Katie immediately followed her.

• Sierra still makes the confession that she knows Heather is playing her, but she also admits she is going along with it because she knows Heather is desperate for an alliance and she could use that to get to Cody. Whether that be voting off Eva or Heather distracting the girl for her. Whichever came first.

• Alejandro did swing over to Sierra while Noah berated him for slowing them down, which the taller boy expertly ignored. He still played his manipulation of Sierra like in canon, and Noah had to begrudgingly compliment him. He was hoping this would be what sent Sierra home.

• Once at the top, Sierra mentioned to Heather how it was a little annoying how Eva left them behind. She made sure to mention she thought it meant the girl was trying to be their leader, which pissed off Heather to the point the mean girl offered to get the stroller as that's something only a valuable teammate and wonderful leader would do.

• Once they got Owen up, Izzy made her way to the stroller faster than everyone else. So, Team Chris took the lead.

• DJ is still the one who got Team Victory's stroller.

• Alejandro did hit Owen with the stroller as a form of cathartic release once he realized none of his other teammates were there to see it happen.

• Cody did fall out the boat, but Eva noticed and dived in to get him. Her swimming made the distance her team had to turn around lessen.

• When they went into the sewer, Noah handed his team nose plugs. It went on the list.

• The alligator is actually an animal employed on the show, though Noah never got close to him, so the fear of meeting him was definitely real. And Noah clings when he's scared, which meant he clung to Alejandro almost immediately.

• No Heather comment from Alejandro because he was distracted by Noah clinging to him.

• The boy band comment from Sierra let Noah know Alejandro's plan with Sierra was working. It also gave him a good laugh along with everyone.

• Who went in the strollers still remains the same as in canon.

• Noah sang one line in the song before he fell asleep because of the pain. His pain medication wore off, and anytime he was sick or hurt, he would sleep it off. It was just instinct at that point.

• Alejandro did flirt with Heather, but it's not because he likes her. It's strategy.

• No baby and Noah swap in this one either, as Izzy would not leave Noah alone while he's injured and sleeping. Heather tried to swap anyways and Izzy bit her. The mom of the baby also hit her with her purse a couple of times. Chris had to make Heather apologize so the mom wouldn't sue.

• Bridgette swam for her team since Leshawna, Lindsay, and Sadie refused to. Plus DJ still can't swim well.

• Sierra swam in an effort to impress Cody.

• Tyler still swam for Team Chris.

• Team Chris won first place because there was no switch while Team Amazon came in second, and Team Victory came in last.

• Noah woke up from the cheering, and that's when Chris said he'd make the challenge a reward challenge if Noah sang a solo song. Noah is baffled and shocked and immediately asks why. Chris's shit-eating grin should have clued him in that it was nothing good and of course he was right!

Noelle was such a snitch!!!

She saw his singing in past episodes and knew he wasn't putting any effort in, so she contacted Chris with proof Noah can sing. Thus, Chris made Noah sing. He said it could be about anything, so Noah made sure to pick a song that would be cut and possibly copyrighted if they kept it in.

He sang "Toucha, Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me" from Rocky Horror Picture Show.

• Chris did have to cut the camera, but he let Noah sing out the whole song. Alejandro was entranced and couldn't really tell you why he couldn't look away. But he couldn't. Especially when Noah would run his hands up and down his body as he got into character. He barely noticed Izzy and Lindsay jumping in as some kind of background singers ( they jumped in as Magenta and Columbia respectively.)

Trent, Justin, and Cody were all amazed that Moah could sing, and Trent and Cody were already coming up with ways to pursue the boy to join their band. Justin found new flirting and teasing material.

• Once Noah was done, he was met with applause, which he brushed off, but the smirk he sent Chris was met with an eye roll from the host and a poorly hidden smile.

• Team Chris got to open the apples, and everyone took a bit of the candy, but Alejandro and Noah were already thinking of sharing it with the whole cast. Noah because he had friends in economy class who would love some and Alejandro as a manipulation tatic.

• They, of course, kept the meat grinder.

• Noah was pleased to be back in first class and immediately claimed a couch for himself and spread out on it, not unlike a cat stretching and getting comfortable in the sun. Izzy and Owen cooed, and Alejandro thought it was cute before he berated himself for thinking so and picking a chair close to Noah. For his plan, of course! They needed to be close so Alejandro could make Noah believe they were friends.

• Trent, Tyler, and Justin requested massages, while Owen and Izzy settled on another couch and watched a movie on the big screen that was in first class.

• At the end of the episode, Chris had to explain to the viewers why Noah's song was cut.

• But he found out one camera guy had still been rolling, so he and Chef had a recording of their ki- assistant, absolutely killing it. He is so unaware that he's acting like a proud dad.

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basu-shokikita · 15 hours ago

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skwisface 46?

Ohh, that's a good one!

46. (Kiss) out of envy or jealousy

Murderface tapped his feet with annoyance. It had been, what, two hours? Three hours? Yeah, three hours of this!

Three hours of trying to watch TV, and he just couldn't because two fucking idiots kept mumbling and giggling next to him. Why couldn't they go any other place? Mordhaus was fucking huge, so big that he wasn't even sure how many rooms it actually had. And they decided to be annoying right next to him? When he was just minding his business? Minding his violent news business?

Why was everybody always out to fucking get him?

"Ehem!" Murderface cleared his throat, a distinctive sign for anyone with a shred of class to figure out they needed to quiet down.

A couple of blue eyes laid of him, he could tell. Yet, instead of reading the room, they resumed the chatting moments after.

It wasn't even the good kind of chatting anyway. It was too loud to go unnoticed but too low to understand what they were saying. What was the point of gossiping in the living room if they weren't even going to share?! Dicks!

Murderface side-eyed the guitarists, hoping to cast some kind of divine punishment onto them for the crime of interrupting his leisure time.

Toki was whispering something into Skwisgaar's ear and Skwisgaar laughed, muttering something incomprehensible. They were looking at a magazine though Murderface couldn't tell what it was about from his angle. That only made it more annoying.

What was up with them anyway? Didn't they hate each other or something? Wasn't he Toki's best friend after all? That's what Toki said, it's not like he cared but why get so drunk and emotional about their friendship and then act like Murderface wasn't there just because Skwisgaar existed?!

What was so great about Skwisgaar? Yeah, he was...not bad-looking and he was okay with guitar, so what?! Did that make him better than everyone else? Did that make him superior to the human race? Who did he think he was?! Did he think being attractive gave him a pass to do everything he wanted? To treat Murderface like shit? To steal his best friend?! Well he was going to see!

They were both going to see!

Feeling empowered, Murderface got up and strode towards them. The stupid duo looking up in confusion, which only made him feel better.

"Ha!" He snatched the magazine off Skwisgaar's hands and threw it on Toki's face.

"Aw!" Toki whined from the smack, his face reddened. "Whys you-"

"Eugh!" Skwisgaar flinched when Murderface grabbed him by the cheeks. "Whats the-"

Gracelessly, Murderface smacked their lips together. Skwisgaar did a surprised noise against him while Toki loudly gasped in reaction.

“Heh." He smirked as he wiped his lips. It had lasted less than 3 seconds which officially made it not gay.

Skwisgaar’s jaw had comically dropped, wide eyes gawking at Murderface in disbelief. Total defeat, he observed smugly.

Toki, already red, turned redder and stood up. “And whats the fucks ams your problems?!”

“My problem isch that you guysch wouldn’t schut up scho I had to take the matter into my handsch.” He crossed his arms defiantly.

Skwisgaar was staring at his hands like he had never seen them before, his mouth still open from shock. It almost made Murderface flustered. Was the kiss that good?

Almost, because he wasn't gay.

"Y-You can'ts does thats!" Toki stammered, still mad. "Thats-"

"Schaysch who?" Murderface spat. "He totally liked it!" He pointed at Skwisgaar.

"Huh?" Toki grimaced, then followed Murderface's finger. "Skwisgaar?" He asked, when he saw the guitarist unresponsive.

For some reason, Skwisgaar was laying on the sofa with his eyes closed and hair sprawled all over his face, his body seemingly limp. No matter how many times Toki shook him, he wasn't moving.

"Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!" Toki sat next to him in a panic. "Oh noes, I think he faints! Helps, Skwisgaars ams dyings!" He yelled at no one in particular and it reminded Murderface of Peanuts.

Satisfied, he left the scene as a couple of Klokateers arrived with a stretcher.

He really was a goddamn good kisser.

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gaykarstaagforever · 2 days ago

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I just watched TOS "Mudd's Women".

This is Season 1 so there are some quirks, as compared to the later seasons. Like Uhura is wearing the gold uniform.

No Chekov yet. Just some guy who looks like a partially-deflated Conan O'Brien.

Spock keeps doing this little grin the whole time, like he is barely concealing his amusement at how goofy and horny everyone else is. I guess they eventually wear him down into Stoic Spock.

Mudd calls Spock a "half-Vulcanian." Which is more technically correct as the name for someone from Vulcan, like a Vulcan would be from the planet Vulk. But I guess writers kept misspelling it or something, so

I like Harry Mudd's accent. Like an Irish pirate cowboy, who is also obviously faking it. Fits the character.

The ship runs on "lithium crystals" instead of "dilithium," I guess because no one thought yet about lithium being a real thing that has real properties they'd need to take into account at some point. A shame. I like the idea that the Enterprise runs on banks of EV batteries. Explains all the explosions.

Kirk pushes the Enterprise too hard and we hear all the lithium crystals pop in sequence. They sound like someone breaking Kit Kats off screen. Scotty AND Sulu warn Kirk not to let that happen, and he absolutely does it anyway, then acts like it's everyone else's fault the ship is dead in the water and running out of air. Which, yeah, that's our Kirk.

Also when they go to get new crystals from a mining planet, Kirk beams the miners up to discuss payment. I guess they didn't have the whole "Communist space future" thing worked out yet.

Both Scotty and Kirk call Mudd a "jackass." I didn't know you could say ass on 60s TV. I suppose it was as part of a metaphor that used it to mean donkey. But they still said "ass." Twice.

This is only one of two times TOS shows them using the computer during a hearing as a lie detector. This would have been useful technology like...400 more times, over the next all of the shows and movies, forever. But "she" also points out, unprompted, how everyone is horny during the hearing. And I can't imagine Picard finding that as funny as Kirk does.

McCoy's horny face. (Also I think his patch is on crooked.)

...Has he always had a pinkie ring??

Round playing cards! Round playing cards, in SPACE!

Mudd is a wanted criminal with diagnosed mental problems who is flying a spaceship he probably murdered a guy for, so he can sell women he supplies drugs to to space miners. That's what this episode is about.

When they all go down to the lithium mining planet, Kirk teaches the incel miners that having *real* women as co-equal human companions is better than having twee anime babes who only like them because the women are drugged. This is unrealistic.

This might be the first time it is relevant to a Star Trek plot that Kirk can't fall in love because he wants to fuck the ship. The same ship that earlier proves it can tell when he's horny. ...This is why normal people bully us for watching this show.

#tos #star trek #harry mudd #kirk #spock #mccoy

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cvrnelians · 2 days ago

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novacane - pt. II

dark!Bucky Barnes x reader: Bucky is the ideal boyfriend, until he isn’t. He doesn’t mean to scare you, but sometimes he just can’t control himself. There is no other option for you but to find a way out; if you can, that is. Because you are determined to make this your story—not his.

Warnings: domestic violence, emotional manipulation, stalking, non-con elements, 18+ only.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“He just looks like he has bad taste in music. That’s all I’m saying.”

You sifted through the records sitting in front of you, placing them in different categories across the countertop. First by genre, then alphabetically. You hummed to yourself as an Everly Brothers song blared over the loudspeaker.

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream—dream, dream, dream...

“Wanda, come on,” you said. “Don’t do this to me right now. I’m trying to—”

“Get back out there,” your roommate—and favorite coworker—interrupted. She leaned against the counter like she owned the place, staring down at her perfectly manicured nails. “I know that, and I support you. Just…not with him.”

She made a whistling sound at one of the nearby customers, a tall man with a baseball cap lurking in the jazz section. He was a regular at the record store, coming in at least once a week for the past four months now. He had a penchant for the classics, dating back as far as the thirties. He always kept to himself, barely saying two words to you as he perused the merchandise.

You liked him.

“Sir, can you come over here?”

Your eyes widened. “Wanda. Don’t.”

The man stared at her in confusion as she beckoned him over. He approached slowly, skeptically. He gripped onto the Ella Fitzgerald record he was holding for dear life, his knuckles turning white. Geez. You didn’t think you were that intimidating.

“Give me your phone,” Wanda said, snatching it from your fingertips. “Let me show him. Sir, can I show you something?” He stared at her like she had four heads as she continued to beckon him forward. She held the phone right in front of his face, scrolling through various photos on Hinge.

“My friend here is trying to get back out into the dating game.”

His brow furrowed. “...alright?”

“Alright. So, does this guy look like a douchebag to you?”

It took you by surprise when you saw it. In the months since he started coming around, this was the first and only time you’d ever seen this man crack a smile. He shook his head, gently placing the Ella Fitzgerald record on the counter. “What, you’re looking to date this guy?” he asked, turning to look at you. Upon closer inspection, you discovered he was handsome, with dark brown hair and soft blue eyes.

This also took you by surprise.

“We’re supposed to go out tonight,” you said. Your voice came out small and quiet, your smile sheepish. Why were you suddenly so embarrassed? What did you have to be embarrassed about? This was none of this guy’s business. What did you care what he thought about your dating prospects? You scanned the record and promptly shoved his cash into the register, bagging it and giving it back to him. “Here you are.”

The man stared at you for a few moments, as if he was studying you. Wanda grinned at him.

“He’s thinking exactly what I’m thinking. I know it. You are, aren’t you?”

He laughed and shrugged, making direct eye contact with you. “You could do better.”

“I told you!”

“Wanda, give it a rest,” you sighed, passing the customer his receipt. “You too, Ella Fitzgerald record man.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with Ella Fitzgerald?” he asked, feigning outrage.

“Absolutely nothing,” you said, holding your hands up defensively. “I just don’t know how else to identify you.”

“You could try with my name.”

“...which is?”

He grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“What is it?” Wanda asked.

He motioned towards your phone. “Well…”

Wanda’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me you share a name with this idiot.”

“My first name is also James.”

“Well James, this has been an illuminating conversation,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Has it now?” he chuckled.

“And we thank you for your input,” Wanda said, grinning from ear to ear.

“You two have a good night,” he said, walking away from the counter. He looked back at you right before he walked through the threshold. “You know. With—”

“James,” you all said in unison, filling the room with laughter.

🌙

You did not, in fact, have a good night with James.

Partially because you weren’t having many good nights in general lately, but mostly because he didn’t show up to your date. You waited at the bar for over an hour, anxiously fidgeting with the straw in your drink. You were just about to throw in the towel and leave when it happened—he approached.

James. Well, other James. With a friend.

“Hey, record store woman,” the other man said, motioning towards James. “I’m Sam. My friend here wants to buy you a drink, but he’s too afraid to ask.”

“Jesus Christ, Sam,” James snapped, stepping in front of him. “Hi,” he said flatly.

“Record store woman?” you asked, amused.

“I just didn’t catch your name, is all.”

He wanted to buy you a drink? Just how long had he been sitting there? Had he seriously just witnessed you getting stood up for over an hour?

“Record store woman, he mentions you at least twice a week,” Sam said matter-of-factly. It made you want to laugh, how straightforward he was being. “Which is wild for him, let me tell you. He’s not exactly the most talkative person in the world.”

“Alright, I’m done,” James said, beginning to walk away.

“Bucky, come on,” Sam chided, trying to grab ahold of his jacket. “I’m only joking.”

Before he could say anything else, he was gone just as quickly as he came, fading into the crowd like a ghost. Sam turned his attention back towards you. “He’s probably going to kill me over this, but he needs all the help he can get.”

Within a few seconds, you had a new name in your contacts.

Bucky.

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #yandere bucky barnes #yandere bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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Extended Author's Notes for Left Behind Ch5.

Spoilers!

Chapter title is from "Goodbye" from the Arcane S1 soundtrack.

I know a few of you thought it would take longer for our girls to reunite, and I did originally plan for Caitlyn to take some people out before finding out. But I just couldn't wait. They've been separated for three chapters and they're STILL separated even now.

Completely irrelevant, but Nasir's name was originally Dieter, but I decided I had too many obviously white characters. Petra and Nasir go way back. That's why Nasir gives Caitlyn another chance to back out; he knows Petra sent her, and he knows Petra well enough to know that she did so reluctantly.

Caitlyn is so fucking bad at revenge. She just immediately gives it up for Vi every time and I absolutely love her for it.

Caitlyn shows up mere minutes after the ambush. Very lucky for her. (Convenient coincidences? In my fanfiction? It's more likely than you think.)

Yeah, the guy with the knives totally deserved to die. With the way his crew reacted, this is far from the first time he's brutalized a body.

The man repeatedly stabbing the woman's body was actually inspired by the Purge house at Halloween Horror Nights. There was a room where some guy was straddling a mannequin of the homecoming queen and stabbing her nonstop. I was actually part of a group that got to skip the lines so we could go through all ten houses. I made it through the Purge and the first half of Insidious before I closed my eyes and then I didn't do any of the others. And I slept with the lights on for the next three days.

I probably overuse the bit where Caitlyn breathes before firing her rifle, but snipers do have to control their breathing and I like how it makes the reader slow down. Kinda like slow motion, but in writing.

I never understand why rifles are so shiny. In movies, they always see the glint of the rifle. So Caitlyn's doesn't do that. :)

God, the part where Caitlyn sees Vi for the first time? It makes MY chest tight and I wrote it!

Only one of you mentioned it in the comments, but "Ghost" becomes "Caitlyn" as soon as she realizes that Vi is alive. Vi is not going to remember her name for a while.

"Why didn't she come and find Caitlyn?" - That's the main reason she holds back. Because she knows that, if Vi was able, she would've come looking. So what kept her from doing that?

The idea of Caitlyn forgetting her mother's voice is just heartbreaking to me, and it comes up again much later.

Vi's memory of the spiked weapon is from the ambush in Caitlyn's bedroom back in Chapter 1.

I'm sorry, but just imagine being in Caitlyn's position, finally seeing the love of your life after five years of thinking they were dead, and then having to climb down the side of a building before you can interact with them.

Sorry, but Vi's memory is gonna take a while! It couldn't just come back as soon as she saw Caitlyn! We need more angst!

Vi can't even understand her own name. :(

Remember, this is loosely based on the Feeblemind spell. Vi knows that she trusts Caitlyn, even if she doesn't know why. But she still flinches back from her because... well, it's been five years since anyone touched her with anything other than apathy, distain, or cruelty.

Caitlyn doesn't know what they've done to Vi. She doesn't realize how hard Vi is fighting to disobey. Which will affect how she moves forward, especially with the information she receives in the next chapter.

Basically, the interaction between Caitlyn and Vi's handler is her telling him that she's the assassin known as Ghost and demanding to meet his boss. She surrenders because she's outnumbered and doesn't know what's wrong with Vi. She's trying to get more information and bide her time until they have a better chance to escape.

Yeah, as soon as Caitlyn hears them call Vi "Number 6," she's fucking PISSED. Might have snapped there if she wasn't already disarmed and cuffed.

Teaser for next week:

"I've wanted to meet you for a very long time, Ms. Kiramman," the Baroness says. Her voice is soft, but there is still something powerful in it. "And now, here you are. Perhaps fate brought us together. I am so glad you've come."

Caitlyn interrupts, her own voice like granite. "I'm here for Vi."

The Baroness sighs, smile softening into something sympathetic and regretful. Caitlyn's stomach twists as the woman says, "Yes. Yes, I know you are. Unfortunately, what you're searching for doesn't exist."

#my writing #extended author's notes #all the things we left behind #left behind

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A brocedes fic loosely inspired by Lewis giving Nico's daughters presents and Nico not telling Lewis that he was retiring

I couldn't get the idea out of my head last night so here it is! word count: 1230

Would you give it all up for me?

The question haunts him. The what-ifs fill his thoughts and dreams. Every word echoes in his ears like clockwork every year as he wraps presents.

Would you give it all up for me?

Nico had asked him that when they were teammates, friends, neighbors, rivals, lovers, everything to one another. He had asked him with the resignation of already knowing the answer.

Once upon a time, Lewis knew that the answer would have been a resounding yes. No hesitation or doubt about it. He would have said yes and pulled Nico into his arms while jokingly chastising him for even thinking that anything could hold higher regard than him, than the love they shared and the life they wanted to create together.

That, however, was before. It was before they’d become teammates. It was before they’d become the only equal comparisons for one another. It was before they’d become championship rivals. It was before the mind games and media spins. It was before the weight trimming and crashes.

They hadn’t been in the before when Nico asked. They’d gone through too much, done too much.

So he had said, “I- I… can’t.”

He sometimes wonders if Nico knows that his answer has hurt him just as much as it had hurt Nico. He sometimes wonders if Nico knows his choice continues to haunt him as much as Nico’s words do.

Lewis hadn’t been able to give it up for Nico. Not then. Not after the 2016 championship battle. Not after losing a title and with it the person who was for so many years his everything.

Nico hadn’t said anything after Lewis said he couldn’t give it all up for him. He had just stood there with tears running down his face and every little bit of hope he’d had shattered.

“I can’t go out like this,” Lewis had done his best to explain why. He had given every reason under the sun, excuse after excuse for why after winning three championships he couldn’t give it all up for the dreams they’d had as children when only one championship each was more than enough.

For days, Lewis had thought that Nico understood. Despite everything since 2014, Nico had always known him best. Nico had always known what drove Lewis and why he needed to be the best. Nico had known him in a way that no one else ever had or would — it was why all their clashes and petty remarks hurt more than anything else in the world.

He had learned about Nico retiring through Toto. There was a group chat — rarely used in 2016 — in which Nico had been removed after Toto sent a farewell message and Valtteri had been added soon after with a welcome message.

Would you give it all up for me?

Lewis hadn’t known it at the time but he knew it now. The question had been Nico’s own complicated way of speaking about potentially retiring. And when Lewis said he couldn’t give it all up, Nico had finalized his choice.

“I can’t keep fighting you, it’s killing me,” Nico had whispered after the prize-giving gala, “and you can’t give up F1.”

Those days after Abu Dhabi 2016 constantly replay in his head. They constantly make him wonder if one single thing done differently could have changed everything. If saying yes would have kept them as teammates for years to come. If saying yes would have kept Nico by his side and him by Nico’s side regardless of what they decided to do.

He wonders about it constantly, especially when he wraps presents for Nico’s daughters. No matter how much his team of assistants and friends try to take the task off of his hands, he remains unable to say yes — a common theme it seems when it concerns something related to Nico.

Tying the last piece of ribbon into a bow, Lewis lets out a sigh. The easiest part is done, but the hardest is yet to come. Soon he’ll have to move all the presents into the usual cart he uses to transport gifts from his apartment to the one that Nico shares with his family — Vivian, his two daughters, and the bunny Lewis had gifted for Christmas the year prior (based on Vivian’s suggestion since the girls and Nico wanted a family pet in the form of a bunny). When all the gifts are on the cart, he’ll have to decide whether he knocks on the door and wait for someone to answer, or leave the presents in front of the door after knocking and send Viv a text that there are presents for the girls.

Last year Nico hadn’t been home, but this year, Nico opens the door as screams of ‘Uncle Lewis’ fill the apartment.

Would you give it all up for me?

Had Lewis said yes, then maybe there wouldn’t be screams for Uncle Lewis and the presents he brings every year like clockwork on Christmas and the ones he has delivered (but still wrapped by him) for their birthdays. Had Lewis said yes, then maybe he would be more than an honorary uncle they briefly see when he drops off presents, but a third parental figure.

“Do you want to come in?” Nico asks softly despite knowing the answer.

“I shouldn’t,” Lewis replies like clockwork, always saying no to Nico these days.

“Probably not,” Nico agrees.

“Do you ever think what it would have been like if I said ye-“ he doesn’t get the chance to finish the question.

“You wouldn’t be Lewis if you said yes,” Nico cuts him off, “you wouldn’t be the man or driver that Anthony raised. It would’ve killed you to leave it all just as it would’ve killed me to stay.”

“Ferrari sent some of the new hats, I thought the girls would like them…”

“They will,” Nico says, pulling the cart into his apartment.

Weeks later, when Lewis returns from his vacation and makes a stop in Monaco before he has to go to Maranello for his first official visit to the Ferrari facility, he sees the cart in the entryway.

Like clockwork, it’s returned to him around his birthday — courtesy of Vivian, he’s sure despite Nico being the one who actually has his key — with drawings the girls had made as a thank you/birthday present, as well as pictures of the whole family enjoying and opening the gifts he’d delivered,

The pictures are neatly placed in his Nico trunk with all the other mementos and pieces of his relationship with Nico — from when they first met as boys to the present. It had been a box at first, but sometime around 2018, Lewis had upgraded to a trunk.

The drawings replace the ones already hanging on his fridge. The old ones will go in the Nico trunk where years of drawings already reside.

Would you give it all up for me?

More often than not, Lewis wishes that he could have given it all up for Nico, for them, and for the life they could’ve had. More often than not, Lewis wishes that he could have said yes without hesitation and kissed Nico like he deserved after finally winning a championship.

But they can’t turn back time. They’d made their choices long ago and now had to live with them.

#brocedes #my fic

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